My warden is the one who lights the specters.
Quite the respecter of persons. He does it merely to emote.
Walk here along the palisade with me.
Yes it is your blood,
frothing with agitation on a beachhead.
You have waited long indeed - but not so long.
A held breath.
It churns, doesn't it?
The totality of it.
Give yourself time.
You know your oldest friend the siren.
Her imminence has ended.
And the new hunger you feel-
have your fill!
Well, your majesty.
I do believe we have arrived at our destination.
and be ye no respecter" as we often say.
I assure you, the pleasure was all mine.
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