Dear Baron, It has come to my attention you have taken My dear Helen of Troy.
Know I will destroy you if you so much as harm my angel. The war has made me dangerous and you will know Hurt.

I have sent word to my Prince that my faith in him is ever strong, Untested I may have become slow or lost my edge. But since the assassins and many battles fought and won I am now In full possession of my faculties. You know the way the waves hit the sand on the beaches of our childhood year my King that is how I must move. In swift bursts of freedom I find my strength.

I do not fear the silence any more. I welcome the darkness for I have inside of me a burning light. Serpents may be hiding in the tall grass but Legions descend from the open sky. I was summoned to the air to face off with Demons of fright but my warriors ways saved us each and every night. Mount up traveler we seek our fortune and the good Docktor seeks his queen while I Prince of light seek to divide.

Sing me songs of the wild woods, of yonder days of yore yet lived. Only the bells that pierce the tender clouds hurt the baron and we will Trumpet to the heavens to return dear Helen of Troy to our good doctor trust.