The ends of snowy blizzard waiting for warmth and rain.
Sanctuary, the final form of dual loves depiction.
Tied but not, by silver thread you hold so tight.
Depict the struggle between the spirit and the soul
Eternally will face the opposite directions.
The last of twelve possessing understanding of eleven.
Melancholy and sorrow, isolation is your prison.
Reign amongst the underground silent waters where one shall
hear hearts echo, reading livid specters of ones self.
Denies oneself in exchange for unknown wisdom.
Beyond humanities perception.
Lying underneath the sands of Neptune
Where amongst the silent darkness light remains.
Hardened tears of undines spilt,
It holds presence of your spirit, of your touch.
So dual, cool and silent.
Vanity of Venus.
Poseidons touch leads untamable and wild,
Livid creatures born from waves and foam,
Birth of cosmic powers amongst the waters depth,
Arising within the first born ocean.