On the skin of a peach, the bum of a bee, the static on screens of old CRTs. Add Y to the end, and what name would grace ya? The first of an ursine with full alopecia.

For deeds undone, I shall return, I cannot rest while anger burns, Repay the debt you gift to me, So, from hell's heart I stab at thee

This guy helps you to remember on which page you are.

Pallid face, Collared cape, Evening stroll, Nubile nape...

By Odin's beard! The warrior's paws, weary from countless marches, seek the gentle touch of a healer's hands. Battle-worn armour rests, as nimble fingers banish calluses like vanquished foes.