The proprietor.

Scene 1, Act 1

Lady: “Voluntarily face imminence of distress with a smile.”

Poet: “The passion of priority. What indignant scheme conveyed realism a substitute to lies?”

Lady: “Your voice ain’t mine.”

Poet: “Insinuate to me my bonnie lass what dire consolidation reassured you of such. I dream of you so your dreams should be mine.”

Lady: “You who indulge into the night. Assume a voice toned with dark void ignorance. You would have to bereft me of my very soul.”

Poet: “Let us share. Let us dare an envoy into the core of spirits.”

Lady: “You don’t want to drown your soul.”

Poet: “If you cry for me my dear.”

Scene 1, Act 2

Demon: “Drink her tears and you shall dive into her dark delicate soul.”

Lady: “Was that your voice?”

Poet: “I lost my voice years ago when I was younger. I swore upon my heart and soul never to grow.”

Lady: “Then why are you a man?”

Poet: “That is mere definition. My body is only mortal clothes.”

Lady: “Then undress before me make me whole.”

Poet: “I shall dwell into your very heart and soul when the stars are ready.”

Lady: “I feel for you my lost burdened boy. For you are not born of this world.”

Poet: “You make me shed a tear. I knew your love for disguise.”