Tho I stand victorious by the world's edge -a true conqueror! you yet know how frail mine heart truly is; and my feet dangle in the waters of The Earth Mother, and freeze cold as The Underworld fires hiss! Thence, or thereafter, My Lover, you aim to put me to bed, so my head lies nestled in your chest, as you do slowly stroke my head. My heart beats a bit faster, as you let me know my worth... and I glide my hands gently down your neck -so cherishing the lace, before the bare skin like alabaster is-unearthed, as if to let you know how delicate your life really is: your very vulnerability; how easily I could take said life into my very hands! But rather I protect you from all the evils of Reality, from the depths of Hell. I guard your preciousness with my everlasting life, if anyone tries to hurt you, even Death himself, they all shall crumble at my Will. The sharp edges of my eyes will dull the blade of any knife -for I remain... The Immortal Lover still.