True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,
But found in the soul within.

No more can this Angel teach her,
Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go?

Have they known scorn like you
Five cellars down?

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,
We wish him to know we are here and we care.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,
Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!