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What am I, you ask?

What am I? After so many nights shared under the pale blue moon.

A wrong turn of events, a dangerous choice, a risky adventure into the maelstrom, and all goes spinning into a mad dance of uncontrolled entropy.

I'm not so nice now, I'm not so clear. I don't care. I don't want to be nice or clear. And yet I believed that if someone could get it, that was you.

Well... I think I was turned inside out. Maybe all this is just a bit strange. Maybe I'm really that changed now.

What am I? Not even “who”, but “what”, you cruel wench.

I'm the saint in the cross, bleeding for sins not my own.

I'm the spook lying alive in a nameless tomb.

I'm the top killer in the list of the damned for eternity.

I'm the stray boy who lost his innocence and is now a captain of a pirate ship.

I'm the one who found that loveless is the same as loved without ever being touched.

I'm the chaos in every system of order, and the order where you need of total freedom.

I'm the chain around the willing neck.

I'm the black wings of an ancient demon lord watching over you and the rest of your kindred.

I'm the one who under blue moon was a dreamed gentleman, full of promise, safe... and mortally boring.

A spell was cast out of time and the red moon rises over us.

Suddenly you ask what am I.

What am I?

For you, humanity, I'm just the other.

For you, I'll be forever the stranger.