Oct 5, 2025
Believe me, I would do it again. All of it. The swords and the blood and the blame and the howling wolves in the night. The cracking minds and the groaning earth. The name I lost and the epithets I gained. The battles and the fire and the maddening grief forged in loneliness. Believe me, I will not repent. I will not bow to those who listened but could not hear, who judged but could never understand. This is me, and my blackened heart. This is me, and the lives I twisted and tore apart. This is all of me, and it belongs with all of you. Believe me, lover, if I could turn the Void into our wedding bed, its darkness as silk sheets, its silence as a mattress for our weary soul, I would, oh, I would.