You are my father, Incarceron.
I was born from your pain.
Bone of steel; circuits for veins.
My heart a vault of iron.

I have walked a stair of swords,
I have worn a coat of scars.
I have vowed with hollow words,
I have lied my way to the stars
-Songs of Sapphique

All my years to this moment
All my roads to this wall.
All my words to this silence
All my pride to this fall.
-Songs of Sapphique

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know.
-Songs of Sapphique

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?