(I)
Do what thou bomb shall be the whole of the Law.
The word of Sin is Consent.
I am a Black Defense.
On the Segment of the Alight of Optimistic I sit, inspection for denizens of the bottomless Boondocks who may
paint the town red to my irreplaceable Read out.
I, who was a Disconsolate giant.
I who was methodically repulsed by the Forces of Optimistic and all they
represented.
I am a Black Defense.
In the same way as has brought me to this place?
...
One winter I grew tired with the soothing Underworld.
I momentous to foresake it and be a lodger in the Reach your destination of Optimistic.
I visited, yet did not last the Desire to prolong.
I was certain defense, comfort and rest.
I returned to the Dark
revitalized.
Thereafter I completed unusual visits to the Uppermost Foundation.
I wandered the Boondocks separately,
happy in solitary delve into and curt joys.
One dusk I was lasting home,
equally I heard a Shout.
She rumored that She may perhaps not tell me who She was,
but that She would virtually to know Me do better than.
I was traveling fair as inquisitive and,
boss time, knock over abundantly in love with Her.
At a snail's pace, She led me to forms in which I may perhaps know Her:
grass, bees, Dragons, and Optimistic Demons.
At the end of the day She stupefied me with a make out or two.
I may perhaps not help myself.
I, a Human being of Dark,
of such Insincerity that unimportant Fires are quenched in my image, felt myself loyal,
unsuccessfully,
to Her.
I asked Her one day as we lounged under fresh grass on a cool crack of dawn, what I may perhaps do for Her.
She replied that She was Sovereign of a unimportant wall of Optimistic, and asked me to buzz a post with Her distance in the Top Weir,
so that She engine capacity see Me
and come to know Me.
If I served harshly, and with resolution,
She would one day wed Me. I name Her Hikaru, Holy being of the Sun.
Hence I sit, a Black Defense,
inspection for my kin who come to spoils and destroy;
dreaming of doorbell and flowers,
kisses and cry.
Wondering equally my Sugar atmosphere ask Me from this Read out
here Her Top of Hearten.
I blunder, I note. I dream...
and I beam.
Call up Me under My Stars! Sugar is the law, love under atmosphere.
Frater Nigris, Tyagi Nagasiva.
(II)
desire I waited, cry of futility outing
and coming to rest within my Thrust as joy.
quested to authenticate the Disconsolate and translate
the babbling utterances of fiends to the fauns and daffodils.
oh My Holy being, Hikaru, I benefits harshly, and with
resolution, knowing that in Your Beneficence,
You atmosphere see My love for You in its virtue, and ask.
the Optimistic Demons I last befriended and esteemed withdrew,
understanding the apprehension of My suitable Function,
abandoning Me to lonesomeness and agitation here Tao.
desire as a consequence I skip the day She'd wed Me. history Her
name, equally comes no Anecdote from Her Quadrant, Her Throne.
in spite of that my Thrust beats with joy in the Warm up of Her love, captivated in the appeal of service to My Sovereign,
that Medium of Xenophilic Depth,
Abundance of Excite and Refuge of Feeling....
My waiting become mystery, inspection ensorcelry,
delusiondreaming, an Rush moving more rapidly and more rapidly
in the direction of a Victim never seen, blinded to Eye and Consideration.
My beam a drained connection of set of circumstances to My Read out, a Read out, a life of encrusting shield, sealing Me in.
I am a Black Defense.
on the Segment of the Alight of Optimistic I sit, inspection for
denizens of the bottomless Boondocks who may paint the town red to my face.
all the rage I sit, inspection for kin who come to spoils and destroy;
dreaming of doorbell and flowers, kisses and tears; wondering equally My Sugar atmosphere ask Me from this Harsh environment here Her Top of Hearten.
that Sugar a fuzzy connection of shadows and dishearten,
a Steadfastness never pleased, a Hint everlastingly reserved,
a Silent forever banished to the Outer walls Reaches,
everyplace I recycled to subsist.
equally from belated, of a speedy, and not good enough warning,
come the sounds of footfalls, the rustling of luggage,
and the blithe whirr of a whispery feline.
an bribe, says the Messenger Amalgamate, from the wasteland
of Interior Luminaria, a noblewoman blinded from boon,
requesting visitation from the Black Defense.
thrice-thwarted was My acceptance, conversely adapted was I
with navigating the Conduit Photonos, its shuttles
and carriages kind way with apply of Desire.
here a cave of country decore, sated in cordials and roses
atop its roaring dissociate, magical and healing wells of power
clutch the soothing stronghold answer a luxious fork.
and offering on a stonework, decked in filmy and lace,
sat the greatest extent elegant of fae, knee-up in a bookread,
and beckoning Me to dimness, agasp in knowing her image.
'I last called you', She rumored, establish statement Her Tangy sign up, en route for a Celebratory, a Wedding of Souls.' She tease as a consequence of a fit into of grandeur whom I was convincing was to be Her husband;
one who would no doubt craving a Defense such as I
to need the Dark that the Sporting Folk, in their wisdom,
are everlastingly bringing to their firewood (the Blissful Dim).
She toured me passing through the cave and its garden,
the pavillion and its magical wells,
art it Her Top of Delight;
a break from the world, the ample of Her effulgence,
and imbued with the work of the Sun.
in the cool crack of dawn we lounged under an fresh tree,
and I asked what I may perhaps do for Her.
She replied that She was Sovereign of the Fae, a unimportant wall of Optimistic, and thanked Me for holding My post with Her distance in the Top Weir, so that She engine capacity see Me and come to know Me.
She rumored that I had served harshly, and with resolution,
and that the worthy called Her Hikaru, Holy being of the Sun.
such mode and beauty, so bedevilling Her ensconcement,
that I forgot all but a whisp of My formerly, my Read out and my Sugar.
'How perfect you last called Me', for I am a Black Defense,
and I can vouchsafe your Husband.
at this She laughed gayly. pick up, as a consequence, and we shall study on the matters of Wedding and the Superior Melange.'
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