To the task force, my very own critics.
I hope I entertained with my little antics.
Unfortunately the curtain has fallen.
And this news I bear leaves me feeling quite sullen.
Never again will my wings take flight.
But I guess that's really quite alright.
The task of finding Hope's Mistress I entrust to you.
From the start it was a job meant for more than two.
A thief and his assistant will soon be no more.
This tragedy I tell, has gotten an encore.
However despite what you may think, it is nothing more.
Than the hopes of a boy who opened God's door.
He played with fire, tried not to get burned.
However this is all that he had learned.
"Just as Pandora opened the box and let out the worst things to exist,
This riddle will lead to immortality with a twist.
With the moon upon Virgo and the sun upon Leo
The horror of eternity is very much real."
Now my dear task force, I simply must go.
With a mantle and silk hat of fresh fallen snow.
I ask of a favour if this note is seen.
Please make it so that I have never been.
A/N: *awkward whistling* Last part in this series. Promise!