Companion

Hallowed enclave,

     Ridden into the grave beyond the touch of mortal craft rusted edge puppet cold epidermis steel, Blade of the past phantom closed lidless demon externalized impression of the inner eye guardians, Press socially blind prejudice advocates of war... Synonym for profit and the wolves of Avarice.

     Upheld remiss content of the sportsman's derelict shots indecently fired at prey leaning over extended on a toxic spiritual half manifest of imaginary destiny link to the past no one ever recalled to live or forget, Kneeling as if angels beyond those abandoned on wingless who seek atonement for a single moment's lie imbued draw of the dice Luck distilled in humanity's raging stance belief of indulgence despite halo's-cost and the swelling red death tide shores of compassion lost.

In earnest anticipation of,