Perhaps woman

So who will save us now, this confused race of man?

As his dreams resigned, pungent to their own acrid taste of logic.

So he sat quiet writing a script concocted on the shores of the silver lakes of magic.

As he craved the change of human to something a little more erotic.

I feel we heed to a time that is found the resurgence of a cleric.

So listen now. I said this was urgent.