Crimson blood spilling out and mingling
In space: under the same sky,
In time: in the Echoes of Our Existence,
And in so many subtly mirrored experiences.
I see the Innocence of all
In the flowers and the trees,
In the sunlight and the rain,
And in the dark, tumultuous seas.
The brightest of flames between Our Kind
Stand no chance against the Shield that Is Love.
It is Love,
Love, unfelt, unheard, unseen, yet Here,
That saves us from ruin.
All are Gloriously Interlaced,
Tightly knotted, inseparable
Threads part of an
For us, a promise that we’re never alone.