Cursed be the name of Bisclavret! How I lament for his Lady, that poor, misunderstood creature. Living in a world where men beguile her to trust them then bring torture to her poor soul. She had sense to know her husband had a deceitful secret and still she loved him and wanted to bear the heaviness that weighed him down. The most flattering words fall from her baron’s mouth as he whispers sweet nothings to trick her into knowing him. Fear crippled her as she fled to safety-only to be turned against and mangled. I weep for you my dear Lady and pray God he has a place for you in heaven.