Delirante Luna

         Normal. Normal? When have I ever been normal? What heresy! I am not normal. Nor, would I wish it upon my enemy. I have been called horrid, tormenting, rancid, and even delirious. Those blissful compliments festered my ego as I grew.

         But, all for naught. You come calling me normal? What cruel and brutal punishment is this? Am I not a woman? Is there no end to your insulting words? Here I thought I was blessed by the moon goddess, wife of death himself, with her dark charm. And, even death seemed to stalk after me.

         But, you have exposed the illusions! You are truly a despicable wench! Oh, the pain is simple inhuman! You must teach me you wretched ways!