Waiting to be set free, she sits patiently. She polishes her talons in secrecy, a sign of her longing for revenge. Offerings songs of courtesy and flattery, songs of solace and pleasure, songs of her own solitude and guilt... She offers them all of her songs so that they will continue to be blind to their approaching demise. Soon she will make them truly blind, when she has their eyeballs in her claws.