With all my hate of this life for my wife was in the last, centuries in the past, my soul mate in purgatory waits for me to arrive but I'm still alive, many times I have tried but I never died. I carry on while my love is dead and gone and it feels so wrong it feels so long, away from her I stay with pain, not remembering her name or from where she came, just a mystical knowing of where we are going, on a mission to survive perdition, trials, and tribulation across every sea and many nations. Of her essence I just can't let go her energy echos in my being everyday I long to reunite with her in every way. Separation so tragic bridging the immense gap of time like magic casting the spell while ive outlasted this hell I know all too well, my familiar cell a prison within the life I'm living and the blood I'm giving to the spirits
in sheol glistens crimson in the cold moonlight so very bright dancing in the dissolving clouds tonight. There's no one else it's only my incantations so mote it be. The wind rips through the trees as the wods spell out for me to reunite forces of black and white, of dark and light throughout the night. Wolves growl, coyotes howl, remove the blade from the sacred towel, wrapped in oiled clothes it's shine breaks the shadows by rays of the luminous light disc in the sky above all in the name of eternal love release the doves of peace and the dogs of war and carve into my flesh one large wound across the chest bleeds profusely, the blood is the currency now, I choose to invest in what will be, he and she that makes us we by the ritualistic wizardry preformed by me, open wound to bleed, open eyes to see her body does manifest instantly when we both believe love defeats the ages paid in full death's wages.