So far away you are from me,
Nights are damp, cold and lonely.
On my hand there is a gold ring;
Oh, how much it reminds me of you.
Grief, a constant companion of mine,
Always taunts me with an empty bed,
Leaving me to silently weep.
On my hand I wear your precious ring;
Oh, how I long to bring you back.
The seal has been now released.
All it takes is a lapse into the unknown, as breathtakingly dangerous as it would seem, for every little sin you've committed to rise as tall as the sky in a giant, rolling tsunami. Two worlds will collide, blood will be split in the unwelcoming playground of destruction.
You have two choices: Defend yourself with accurate precision and come out of the war-zone unscathed. Or let your soul depart from the physical world and die a million painful deaths.
The binds of the seal is broken. Prepare now for what fate throws at you.
Endearements, so bittersweet, slips from
Lips that never ceases to bespell me.
Virginity, such a beautiful gift nonethless,
Is mine to give for you in an instant.
Kisses so very soft at first, swept away by
The swift ache gathering at my centre.
I'm ready for this moment, this sweet
Merciful surrender of merging flesh.