Andulan remembered all of it,
The screams and pleas for mercy,
All music to her covered ears,
She heard what she deserved.
It felt good to let the beast out into the open,
Allowing it to feed on the blood of others for a change,
Euphoria and grace swept through her halls once more,
A weightless little princess, escorted by green serpents,
Gathered from choice stock and taught the value,
Of unconditional love.