wine red envelops your solid steel soul, and a white cravat fans out over humble courage and speaks volumes of grace and elegance. there is no other vessel that can contain as much otherworldly spirit as your deep grey eyes, and even the galaxy bows down to the wisdom you hold in them.

oh you who sit in the throne of my mind, who calmly watches over the ongoing chaos and brings me temporary solace in an evil that cannot be undone;

i am grateful for you, always.