| Absolution The pounding at your temples, echoing the screams inside; rattling chains from ghostly hands, waking in you what had died. Or rather, what you pushed away, and what you tried to kill; refusing what you can't deny, and what you'll never still. The beast is back, the songbird free, and no escape will do; you'll never find a moment's peace, until you're true to you Take up whatever armor or weapon you have known You'll never slay the dragon until you take him home. |