Hyperbole No More

Regardless the events to come, know you shall be loved. Whether tumult or deluge, human devastation by human hands, or peril by complacency, the light shall play across the curves of your face even in the darkness of my mind. When wraiths attempt to split my spine, I will smile at the familiar refrain of brutality, for I caught a glimpse of a future filled with longing. I've now earned a life worth losing. My prayers and life force shall sing of gratitude for allowing us to cross one last time.