“. . . You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles -- you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head --
that's what the silence meant: you're not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.”
“Rising from a close demise, we shall surprise the world's astonished eyes. Bleeding passion and rage throughout the night, only to win this fight, with such fearsome might. Don't worry my subtle friend; I will be with you in this fight, until the bitter end.”