My mate

Looking at summers eve trying hard to not be devoured by it wonder's beauty

To only be shoved in the direction of night and be lost in shadows of terror and loneliness

Through his wings that are pitched black and his heart as strong as gold he says

My love my mate my retched being I can only protect and worship my most high prestigious

The power of the positive energy the power of the people of the faith we to can be as one

We have honor we have courage we have each other !!!!!!!