He and she stretch a nest under this night. In order to arrest the game which strayed.
He is her sake. She is her own sake. The thought turns on the once defeated friend.
Blood is sniffled. mud is sniffled and it is. The figure which they pursue.
It crawls in eight legs of his and they wriggle tonight also. Put the thought whose she cooled.
the deep darkness of the hollow night.
New shells of incarnation alight.
One swing of a sword. Sinuous snake. Savage fangs of tje beast.
Tonighe, the deepest night. Blessing for all who confronts...