The bloody Thorns with ruling fists of iron surround me, at times she can literally feel her soul being tugged on by thee bringing torturous pleasantries. “Was it all a dream?”
With no resistance seen, the muscle memories from inside beckon to me igniting this very being back to life. Seen now as a necessity to being waiting for release, but like oil and water shaken then left to separate once again…
This newly awakened beast has been screaming at me for eternity always waiting on my memories to surface. I give in and willingly succumb to divine harmony³.
With grace and remorse I surrender and go for there is no fight left in her. Acquainted they will be…..