Dec 03, 2009 16:43
[Never to have anything to hide, the Midian quite cheekily fiddles with his device, snickering, savage teeth aglitter at all the open 'secrets' exposed here and there across the network.]
Poor unbridled souls, pray tell what did you think could be hidden from our wardens, hm?
[Lurking about the hospital hallways his eyes are searching every corridor, on the hunt for a woman, as he hums and utters a seasoned carol in cantillating baritone.]
♫♪~Now let old and young uniting
Chant to thee harmonious lays
Maid and Matron hymn thy glory,
Infant lips their anthem raise,
Boys and girls together singing
With pure heart their song of praise,
Evermore and evermore.~♪♫
My Maid, my Matron, I've come to sing with thee; my body thy instrument, thy desire my consonance.
a song to set me free