my dearest reader.

My dearest indeed.
The one who has yet to witness
these words weave.
Yet the one I am reluctant
to disclose my means
of telling what I feel.

In this moment I hide myself
so I can lure you out.
But like a lone wolf from the pact
I retained my fangs
And you stay fresh meat.
But not for me, no, never.
I will lead you out the blistering winter
of this life and my own mind's weather.
I will protect you and pedestal you.

My dearest reader.

My dearest saint.

I will grant you heaven
for all the hell you've set loose
in the caverns of my heart.

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