Below so deep the flames shall ask for your body now that’s passed. When can we see what shall become. When flames have had their fill their thrill their hunger sated just fine. When can we call upon this true divine. Not now you see, we still have work. When our work is done, the curtains will Shirk. They will draw down to this time. The place we ache. The true divine. I can not see in this darkened place now. The stars don’t shine. The clouds can shroud. I am but a soul within this template. The aching bond of our Simplest.
I am but a soul within these bonds. Aching and shivering in the world not beyond. I do not see. I just feel before. I feel just now behind this door. I will not hold you in contempt you see, I am your savior below, beneath your knee.
Be kind I say. Beyond these walls. The destiny of one, does not compare to the all. Be thy truth. Be thy own. For tonight is cold and the dawn is done. The dawn is done. The dawn is done.