Written by: Andrew Gallagher

My warden is the one who lights the specters.  

I apologize.  

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.