The Gash In Its Throat Was Shocking,

He Could Not Stand. It Was Not That He Could Not Thrive, He Was Born With Everything But The Will – That Can Be Deformed, Just Like A Limb. Death Was More Interesting To Him. Life Could Not Get His Attention.

In The Pit Of Red You Hid From The Bone-clinic Whiteness But The Jewel You Lost Was Blue.

Stilled Legendary Depth: It Was As Deep As England. It Held Pike Too Immense To Stir, So Immense And Old That Past Nightfall I Dared Not Cast.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.