Waterfall indices
Falling beyond

These crimson
Crews churning
Half dreamt truths

More falsehood
Than can be
Escrowed.

Beyondness
Must persist
Or everything
Will be lost.

O sandy beach
We seek thy
Presence.

Wash our
Face with
Salty water

Purify this
Lost broken
Bodyself ...

Freedom of
Thought

The seekance
Must we follow

These relative
Offerings

Are nothing
As compared
To the soul
Kisses ...

That infinity
Offers.

This remorse the sparrow
Had
It was unable to sing
Like the nightingale
A deep morrowful
Song.

This heart has had
Its seekance
Now it burns
In self agony.

We find ourselves in a dark cave withering in great pain. "Where are we", we question each other . "In my cave", came a voice sweeter than sugar syrup."This is my cave young ones i'am a demon among the sila kind we inhabit the outskirts of this region. I was passing by when I saw that brute attacking you. I quickly concealed his senses from you , thus he was unable to smell you anymore and moved you both to my humble abode here in this cave.

We were cured in about two days the demon her name Almas , being a female did quench her thirst with us as well . We being young did not understand the implications it would have on our life later on .

It weakened us greatly ....