#writingfromtheveil

[valravynfell]

If I ever tasted a single breath of your spirit— the faintest ember of your radiance— the hedge between worlds would tremble at its crossing.

And if the cost of that moment were damnation, I would step into the furnace unblinking, bearing the memory of you like forbidden heaven smoldering beneath my ribs.

Let the devils riot— I would greet every flame with a steady smile, for I have held in my hands what they were never fashioned to understand.

And if the world cries out that I have bent my knees to a phantom— let it. They have never felt how a single heartbeat can remake the architecture of the soul, how one spark can redraw the constellations inside a life.

I would walk the unlit realms unguarded to keep the echo of your light alive in me.

[valravynfell]

Reverence in the Fault Lines

My dear, If I could... I would... reach into the hidden chambers of your heart, where the light trembles, where the raw, quiet places throb unseen.

But sadly... flesh cannot mend what lies beneath.

Still, my spirit knows the path to you. Let it brush against the wounds my hands can never touch... as if laying warm palms upon the altar of your heart.

Let it move like breath through the broken spaces, seeping into your fault lines... like water finding its passage through stone, loosening the sorrow caught there.

Let me meet you in the stillness where spirits kneel. A soft hum rising through your hollow places.

May you feel held as though by something ancient and tender, older and stronger than your pain.

For you are sacred to me. You are written in the language of light, and I read every line of you with reverence.