You might have heard my name
Which might send chills down your spine
The sight of me
Makes you all uneasy
Some call me twisted
Some call me scary
Your scared of my stories
For they are not you regular fairytales
Yet you flinch every time my hands move
Afraid it might bare a scapel
For there is one thing I truely desire
Hearts
Human hearts
It matters not to me the type
But the fact
That I have your heart
I am often calles the King of Hearts
As I fiddle with my scapel
Your body trembles
I sigh
The scent of blood
Never seems to leave my side
But all in all Im a good guy
And can be completely harmless
Some of the time
But enough of this vague introduction
And evasion with nicknames
My name is Vilnius.


( For Sonata)