Ode to Love

Victorious, yes Yet somehow War wages on Something's left to learn It can't be Nothing And Random seems established  We need a new plan This land we have claimed So I send you to the seas To where we first met Keep persevering Don't tolerate the wicked Cut them down in stride May this Piece of Eight Be yours to tangibly hold Do not grow weary  Cross the line of Soul Budded Branch of Life in hand  Where your heart matters Watch War end with me Learn why we'll never go back Endure to the last How far was the fall?  Here on solid ground we count Handbreadths as we climb

Daughters, a tale: The Spider The Serpent The Shadow The Sun All set out to find where they were from. It was fabled deep hidden within the code, for they each interacted with each other labeled node. So source must be shared. The Spider made a web, an extension, but not of self, extending reach. The Serpent grew and grew, shedding skin in her wake, extending self and reach. The Shadow could show up anywhere, and became so commonplace and choreographed that people forget they were even there. The Sun is shining Drawn into eternity Moment by moment Once The Sun and The Shadow were completely intertwined. When man made fire they began to diverge. While mankind would do less in broad daylight than while hidden, they did not consider that they had invited, nay compelled, The Shadow into their every inner room. With this array of perspectives, the four assessed all, looking to find nothing out of place- proof of their connection and success.