Solace is a cold and twisted mistress, her touch is often empty: without love; yet in her presence, I am rendered helpless and thus I sit atop my house above. My lover, with her lifeless, pale demeanour just sits beside my hollow, broken shell, the vision of the crystal sea beneath her: my only comfort here within my cell.
Solace is a memory etched in darkness, as if no words were written in a book; although I know the sky above is starless against my will she forces me to look. I think of times I’d spend the whole day wishing, I’d ponder on my future and my fate; and now it’s for these memories I’m fishing with nothing but my hopes and dreams as bait.
Solace is a stern, relentless teacher, reality: her lesson taught in full; a feral, vicious, unforgiving creature, on the reigns of honesty she’ll pull. And so I sit upon my house in heaven with Solace, my companion and my friend; I’ll fish until my soul begins to leaden, until the sands of time come to an end.