Nero looked over at Esme. He still wasn't sure he liked the idea of Esme playing the lead, but he would still play his part.
"It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die."