I have once a secret, once a dark secret that I hide for a long time. You may fancy me as a madman– nor an insane within my sentiments! But for ages, I never– ever deed something wrong with the girl. I simply love her; nothing wrong with me. Do you still see me as a madman still? But, I'm telling ye there are no deed I can't escape– there are the wind that tells me I'm in love with that maiden. O Almighty God, do I still thy madman to ye? Ha! You wouldn't see me skin the toads, tormenting chicks in the cradle by death of eve! I do enjoy those dear things.
O, from my dearest Eve of Eden! art the stars of northern! Thou deed me nothing, for thy life have been in the Plutonian shore. She deed nothing to insult me, she haven't killed anyone. Except for one gift; one gift she rejected. So, I decided to return the favor. Well, why should I? She thinks me as a madman! Hatred upon my dear veins, does the dear heart goes on?
Apparently, I haven't move on– but why should I– why I should let go? I love her; within the truth! I love her. But I think she doesn't love me neither because I am a madman. Or I think; nor do I perceive. It was the shadow; yes indeed. Yes! I think that shadow in her hind!
She's isn't dearly a naĂŻve, or a snooty. But rather carefree. O yes! It was, it was... I never thought such a thing to disobey God, I merely love the girl. Tis was the shadow that hovers upon the bosom of Pallas, the raven that stood in upon the skull!
So, I decide to go beyond the chamber door and cut the evil! Ha! Would this madman would be that wise beyond its limits? You haven't seen the real me!
So on and so far, I stalked her anywhere; nowhere; and everywhere! It vexed me for those time that past, for all night long; from the river dale. Cherry Blossom are indeed beautiful as her, but indeed. Why do I following her; why do pursuing her (because I really love her?) No! This is insanity! No, no! Why do I love her? Do you still fancy me as a madman?! Villains! It vexed me! O holy gift that was castoff; answer me! O from the beyond, love or obsession!? Thing or evil!? Leave me beyond the desolation! Cast me upon the undaunted; deserted by enchanted!
And upon the limits, I heard a familiar voice upon the grave. And it haunted me; it chill out the evening's dawn. It freezes to my marrow, from the morrow beyond the sorrows! It is you! The Evil! The Shadow! However, there is something wrong within this image; it is– it was! A shadow of a little girl? I assure upon my dearest sentiments!
But, I couldn't see her bare face. TRUE! What a bizarre image; but was I really that insane; do you still fancy me as a madman?
"Who are you?!" I said rudely. "Are you a devil to deed me evil?" But the girl said nothing but those bare word, 'Nevertheless. If either you guess.' From the curb, it followed the shadow figure upon my dearest eyes, those eyes that doesn't either film upon my iris! Those eyes that haunted me; but why do I afeard her? And I recognize from within; yes, it was– it does and doesn't. But what could a faceless devil could do me evil? Well, I am not merely a masochist– for what kind for a rancid torture feast my head!
Yet, I simple quoth the little girl, "Well, you might be the owl of the nighty lately shore of yore that feast upon my maiden's head." But the girl simply quote one thing, 'Nevertheless you say less, nevertheless you say more.' Among the birds that flew upon the nest, I seek for more if I could bow that the stuck of the thunder, but for simple desire that I have. For my maiden was a Daphne as she said so.
Nonetheless, I have my own ways; I have my own doubt. And I merely said, "Feast me thy within and I shalt hath upon my grace! O holy angels that methought among the lost and dearly bleak December, as the ember hovers unto the breeze; thy God lent thee the Raven. Respite my desire upon my holy Maiden."
Quoth the girl, 'Nevertheless I say, nevertheless I lie; why should you deed nothing but this maiden?' But nothing was in my mind but question.
O upon the Almighty One, I seek your dear redemption; truly as I ponder thy enlightenment! Hearken upon me, as I seek the bare truth! Love or evil?! Hearken me, my saviour! Save me from this deed! And here upon, do you still fancy me as a madman, for love?
Quoth the little girl, 'Nevertheless.'
As I hath within the wind gone unto the bliss, I indeed seek the truth, merely to art tormented with such feast of concede, I requiem for a dream– a dream within the nightmare! From the interior, this moment shalt indeed bless me with such grace. Nonetheless this girl feed me nothing but those bare words! Ah, nevermore!
Guilt into the eerie vastness of the night as I say; "Hearken upon me girl! Love or evil, why I do such deed without a head of words that tattoo upon my arrow, as would I even love thy words, upon the Alphabet of Ben Sira, o love or desire?! O Lilith within the Plutonian shore, hell stake the infinites! I merely I ask one thing; do I love this girl, nor fated to me?"
Beyond the lights, angels sings as I hearken. Lightning burst unto the sky high, and the lights filmed to my dear eyes– those eyes that blue my perception. Recurrence field my memories– memories of my dear maiden.
Quoth the girl, 'Do you dredge up this moment of ecstasy? Nor do you remember the days of date that you became fellows; in spite of everything that you don't know why did you know how on dear Earth you became a leman within in the interior?' Subsequently, I got nothing to say than being neglect o'er those dear memories. Abruptly, it came to my mind that we became friends thenceforth that misunderstanding medially she's alone and looking for a paramour.
"Hence I and her became allies. I know nothing but this specify girl, I was ignoring her but she keeps coming back wherefore she's taking me as her appetency." The girl quote, 'Yes, you were indeed. You were, and you are. But hereupon your elegance, do you seek for this world beyond her?'
"I seek for nothing, I seek for nothing else but being tormented by agony of my wast. Being illuminated by the shadow of my curse, here o upon me my judgement of my destiny's fate. I ask nothing more than that." I responded so. The girl said 'Tis was you indeed who suffered more those, thee and your morrow of thy sorrow. You may blow your groove beyond the harmony from the Hades, it was for the better who shalt not look back or art gone with the wind of thy doxy.' And the quoth little girl. 'For nevertheless...'
As my dear sentiments ache my soul, blues clued my dearly weary life. I ask myself, "Do I even fated to this maiden?" At that juncture, the girl quoth. 'Nevertheless...'
My soul burned among cinder, it lighten the fuel of my eyes. Boiling my blood for ignorance; and shalt art the end. Nevertheless, I end an act; nevertheless I deed a sin– and abhorrence wield my parish love to my maiden. I say, I shout, I amok. And shalt be it the end of my tormented life! For I– I will end this curse for the rest of eternity!
 For life that was taken, for life she destroyed. Life is the life that shalt be death of the evening's dawn. I aboard the land and took my dying lantern as I gone unto the maniac mansion. Here I sneak, here I hide, here I come. Hearken my present my dear love, as I broke your resilience of your dear heart. Because I, gonna be your cicisbeo of the rest of thy life. Yes– yes! Do you still fancy me as a madman? Because I, the senseless being! that will be your lover; in hell!
 Here I, drought with the first blood. Breaking in unto the chamber door with a bodkin. I chuckled just when you look into here bare face, paling and startled as I laughed– laughing; laughing! Stabbing her as till to her last breath, I bedight her face in the statue and besmirch the blood in the floor; ha! Do you now fancy me as a madman? Now, you're right. I am insane, it wasn't my fault; it was her. Not mine, not yours. I am just insane, insane, insane! Ha! just for love!
 But precipitously, I heard a familiar voice in the chamber door. I stood within my knees, I was starting to be pale, being paranoid. That voice wasn't coming in my head, right– answer me, right?!
 But wait, why should I be affright? She's dead, and that little girl was an illusion, right? I can hearken that rapping and tapping in the chamber door, I stride unto the door. The rapping was getting louder, louder, louder, and louder!
 As I opened it, and it bolt into the blue, crashing my teeth in fear. For what I did saw, it was the little girl; it was no illusion! Then merely I realize… I just killed, her mother.
 As the little girl staring upon me, standing still and nothing more. Within her eyes that filmed among the black shutter. Those eyes, those hideous eyes that haunted me. As the fire in the burning cinder hovers upon the great bleak of December. Nothing more, nothing less. As my poor heart retiring from that love I hold on. Hereupon the fire floating with my soul, forevermore...