As is your uncommon grace, so is mine amazed of having lost…until later I must whisper in the dark…
Spending a night has bided by conjurations, a hated evoker my demons rest, the blood of romance consigns my absence caving in lethargic…while sore the quickened hearts brace.
Rarely seen as I beg, you’ve privileged in my condolence. Leaving in this wakeful tragedy, consoling our misery, resting our courage in our savior…and so weary is our cry, limiting our regret.
Hollowed…I have forgiven, following my solemn prayer remaining my wards rebound.
And you’re the reason…
Savaged my longevity yet I’m known, a resident evil.
