So I willingly followed you again past Hades shadow into perdition and watched you wake.
     Time faltered as we watched the righteous misunderstand the sentient. Running from their volatile citadels.
            Love was marked as our mistress, we were bound by the strength of restless endeavors, feeding off our solicitation of conscious.
                   As we consumed, no one understood that it was our tether to the old world, and so there was release, with no regret