Your eyes shine the brightness of a thousand stars. The distant cosmos elapsed and lost to time leaves behind its scattered markings. Lay shattered before me, my broken empyrean! You have already been forsaken by this cruel realm, but in my eyes, you are full and complete. Any other notion has yet to traverse my mind. Already you have been mauled by claws of sin and suffering, from your torn skin you bleed crimson red. All this red looks gold to me, even as it pools at my feet and stains my clothes. In your pain there is some fine elegance, in your imperfection, you are perfect. Your words are sweet symphonies, they trickle from your lips just as the blade of water cuts through the desert. Nobody ever said that the water was pure, yet I cry out in glee for it to cross my path, for the barren land has brought its wrath upon me. You are a flawed creature, residing someplace distant from holiness. You crack and wear under the stress of this universe, like the cover of an old book. As with the antique, within you is a seraphic beauty that will remain constant until we reach whatever we venture to call the end.
