Male | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes Starts on page 12
EXTRACT: Here's the time for deeds that have not names;/ The sky's ablaze with caustic revels and seems/ To mirror my wicked intent. A stealthy ink/ Seeps in betwixt the billowing clouds, which far/ From chasten'd white doth now with molestation/ Surge and bloat and spit to all the quarters/ The searing music of their fiery bolts.
Gender unspecified | Age unspecified | Under 3 minutes Starts on page 34
EXTRACT: Do not insult me with thy putrescent voice,/ I see thy thought as ripples on a glassy pond./ Both of ye I know are ruffled with pride,/ And what is done thus far is well and good,/ But I have come to give a word of warning./ Though I have granted to thee unperishing life,/ It dost not mean that thou art become as gods:/ Hubris may decide to visit thee/ And none may know bar Fate what form 'twill take/ And where the shifting sands of time may spout/ Some carefully ravelled foe. Listen both:/