My soul eternal,
Redeem your promise.
In spite of the night alone
And the day on fire.

Of human suffrage,
Of common aspirings,
You free yourself then!
You fly according to yourself.

No more tommorrows,
Embers of satin,
Your ardor now,
Your duty only.

-Arthur Rimbaud

We never knew eachother, yet through blood we are family. I never blamed you for painful seperation between my Claudia and I, yet perhaps you did play as much a part in it as Armand did.. but all is forgiven my Brat Prince. Je veux vous remercier pour tout, doux pere de la mort.