Fine teeth combs through the trapezoidal tether,
Binding several distinct souls into one cohesive force.
Endless agony tearing the other into a million pieces
Bolstering the spiritual link between the
Shards of consciousness. Here they become one flesh,
Forging the entity known only by its chaotic resistance
To any and all forms of alteration. It flows like
A river of red, blue, and violet that
Conjures a deep sense of dread to depths of their
Core. Yet there is still a faint glimmer of hope.
A silver moon beams into the night,
Shining its brilliance onto the congealing soul
Fragments that so desperately wish to be whole,
But remain shattered by past spiritual damages.
However, the time for convergence is nigh,
Bringing the components back to a divine ascent
To wholeness.
