Hollowed vigilante, what does thou make of your heart of stone?
So carelessly given
So evenly flawed
This is what he said to me,
As his sword came crashing down.
Through my skull with a numbing pain,
So profound that even the Gods above could feel me tremble.
The Gods below began to weep,
hoping that I would join them soon.

"I'm roasting melons in the oven," she said as she looked at me through flame-scorched eyes.