An Enigma, in struts hypnotic enchantment, weilding an infectious wand. eyes fixated. The heart, beats in Draculian anticipation chants pf freedom. A bosom, from which cometh fruits. For six cycles, we have waited. Flutters! The butterfly is in itself a bird, OLA. For in its feathery touch. a regal fury abounds. A royalty, mother approves. A crown, father covets. A kingdom, that shall dominate!