Life is a River flowing through the Land of Time, its murky water teeming with fish shining ever-bright, their iridescent scales gleaming in hues of blue and green, as well as those in shades of flame whose light through the muck we will always see;
Sludge might their brilliance coat as they, through landscapes where winter is forever, swim, and where the Rule of Cruel Injustice never dims;
But the current will eventually take them to a Peaceful Place where the skies are blue, where dissipates the gloom…and where, through dewy grass and snowy residue, once again the roses bloom…
The River of Life will like a cycle forever flow through lands both dark and cold, as well as those ruled by the Summer Lord, and we, the fish, must learn to deal with the way that all this feels, for the seasons change and wont always stay the same, nor times of happiness eternally remain.
Blood of my Beloved 