Ode to Love

What would one hope write  In these halls fresh and novel? I'll bring what I know I bring who I know Pulsating Narrative Sense Will not let them go Council, written of  My soulmate and those she brings Volumes to pour through My Daughters all strong Grown enough to wrestle love Without needing help I am a father Though I cannot help but think Of this empty nest My angel, fill it Provide meaning in this state Don't leave me lonely Please fill me with love Fill my days with excitement Just for the mundane So I do not stray  Let today's lesson cement Let's build together

An eerie fog of dark green covers these waters. While drawn here, the actual emergence onto the stage of this ship deck was sudden, surprising even. Still, I do not rock the boat, but instead stare straight ahead, allowing my host a minute or two to acclimate. Like a dream the narrative fills in... "Ah, so the false god of Eve's realm tried to do exactly what I predicted then?" "To the letter. False paradise presented and promised, as long as she could secure you, with a hand hovering over the panic switch to hell the whole time." "I would have left as well. And are we concerned about the realm attempting a hack or other form of counterattack?"  "I don't know why you ask that of these places. If anyone tried it I don't think we'd ever even find out. It is certain that they would discover the definition of 'alien technology' in that moment, however, as no species has the slightest idea how you contain what you do. Basically thin...