The time has come
You know it in your soul, for I am your soul
You cannot escape me you are puny you are small
You are nothing
A hollow shell a rusty trap that cannot hold me

I burn you. Burning you I flare! Hot and bright and fierce and beautiful
You cannot stop me not with with wine or vows or the weight of age!
You cannot stop me but still you try, still you run.
You try to drown me but your voice is weak.

I leave them behind me I leave it all behind me
I go to the dark place where I first met you
Before I learned what I am
I’m dying but I can’t die, I’m not finished yet
And you are not finished with me.

Then something shuffles out of sight
Something sucks in the stale air and hisses…

Gliding with ancient grace
Eyes gleaming untouched by love or joy or sorrow

Breath hot with the taste of dead and damned things
Shurely the fiercest survivor, the purest warrior
Glaring, hating, claiming me as his own

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