Wandering the blankening mutter wake I feel nondescript Trudging aimless Something...some howl Escaping now Scorning, real I seethe, shackled down Fornicate with demons in this way Until we part You and I Flux extant Does the latent Wartorn-Brigadoon give to the world “Us”? Raise, my dagger's Weight pa**es through all temporal barriers The unspeakable fields Immeasurable planes Inexorable love A void granting total embrace Crushed beneath a primal wave Reaching with a vivid red To grant my descendants Greater mysteries Until we part You and I