Wrath of a Thespian

And I just sit and I just stare

And I just wander in my room

And I just think and I just talk

And then I look upon the moon

That girl is mine and she is beautiful

A beacon in the night

She glows a Fenris in my heart

That will devour starry light

And every fucking thing in sight

If she is half or she is new

Or not a moreso often blue

If she don’t tell me who the hunter is

Who gazed upon her womb

Like some abomination Cretan

This no Spartan son of mine

This lesser-landed Ath-en-ian

Now beholden in eye thine