Through distant wanderings and endless searching, I have misplaced something dearly important to me. Despite experience - which I hope you won't hold against me in terms of age – my passion for the hunt and matters I hold dearly to my heart are that of a young flame. Even through constant past success in finding my prey, I have found that I've been hunting a creature that I cannot bear to capture and who had, in turn, captured something of mine without notice. As powerful as the blistering sun that has melted my frost-bitten desires, as fragile as a dish of ash, to which I have many times tenderly watched over in fear of never seeing you come to light again, I have lost a most precious organ to me. It is why, I request you return my heart to me at the night of the Moonlight Masque, for I would never be so wild as to ask you any other time of the year. I hope old inhibitions leave to give me courage on this one night and, in hoping the magic spell of the midnight hour also works both ways, allows you to spend just a moment in my company to at least return what had been lost to ,e for such a long time. Pardon an old coward for being forward, but this is one thing that I cannot track down myself without your help.
To be burned in your glow or by your displeasure,
Each would surpass all other delights
If only I could spend but an hour with you
On that most magical of nights
Wounded and waiting,
Bhehk.
