Respecter

My warden is the one who lights the specters. I apologize. Quite the respecter of persons. He does it merely to emote. Welcome. 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. "Be, and be ye no respecter" as we often say. I assure you, the pleasure was all mine.