The Watchers Dance

Bleeding, tasting death, Red serpent pinned. A bond between souls? It is the only way. Oh Goddess, Will you not look at me? My betrothed, Taken by the curse of the Seal. You ask for songs? I pray for strength. You can save her, You can hold her again, All you need is serve our legion. Now is the time to feel the love of the gods. A deep love, a great love. A love powerful and formidable. A love that crushes like a mace. Speak not them, Draw not them, Write not them, Sculpt not them, Sing not them, Call not their name.