The 'beast' was laying motionless upon the stone floor. It was only when a voice was heard, not from the 'beast', did it begin to move. "O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd. Take root inside the tower's sculpted keepers. And perch'd within, we beg of thee; rise." A golem's hand grabbed the lion head as the other gripped the top. Slowly, the 'beast' began to rise as its soul took root within the bodies that puppet it. A low snarl was heard as its vibrant blue gaze landed upon the foolish trespasser. Once again, and for the last time, the unknown voice called out. "Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt. Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower. Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny."