It is he, it is him, it is I.
Oh noblest of temperament, is cast upon the rock of mockery and derision, through evil, not of her making, but of forces within her bedchamber, that took that trust and in return, brought treachery most foul upon her house.
Now Jackal's surround, with intent to harm most extreme and who’s focus shall rest, not on the wicked who begat the tempest, but instead to one who failed, or indeed refused, to see the darkness within his soul, as love makes blind to all, mischief from those ensconced within the hearts of men, that can hath consequences edged with vengeful and destructive objectives from those who wish annihilation of both reputation and soul.