I ha\/\/e been reminded sickeningly o' m'youthful habits as a young bard. Once thought m'self a lo\/\/esick soft-blooded, soft-thumpered poet. More o' a monologuer, really. I ha\/\/e decided t'return t'th'craft \/\/\/\/hilst I lie in \/\/\/\/ait. Enjoy m'musings belo\/\/\/\/. "Stygian Storm" I keep no names for you. Names are for trophies. I ha\/\/e yet to decide. \/\/\/\/hether to mount your skull. Or hold it to my chest. My tides kno\/\/\/\/ you \/\/\/\/ell. You echo in the hull. You scrape against the ribs. Like a hook so deeply planted, you'\/\/e torn me through. I spit \/\/\/\/hen I think of you. Like salt on an open \/\/\/\/ound. Yet my tongue still licks. Desperate for a taste. You cut deep against my bone. No lapping of flesh could mend. \/\/\/\/ith \/\/\/\/ords and no blades. My mind is rendered into fury. You are not a beauty. You are a storm that can not kill me. You crash your lightning against my rage. I meet you \/\/\/\/ith my brutality. It is an offense to lea\/\/e me dry. Offer yourself as a challenge. Hide behind unfamiliarity. You are no challenge. You can not shatter me proper. You can not scatter me in a trench. I ha\/\/e cursed your name a dozen o\/\/er. But you are a \/\/\/\/itch, not a \/\/\/\/ench. You shackle me to the thought of you. \/\/\/\/eighing anchor in the abyss. A storm of sky a far, A le\/\/iathan in my black abyss. You \/\/\/\/ill feel my breath. Once again against yours. By blade, by crook, and by hook. I \/\/\/\/ill drag you to the shores. No beast is to mighty. No tempest is too loud. I dream of your ruin e\/\/ery night. Sheep of Storm's Cloud. Your throat in my grip. Your blood on my deck. Your eyes \/\/\/\/ill finally understand. \/\/\/\/hat you'\/\/e made of me. And yet. There is a moment, Just before your end. I hesitated, a flicker, a betrayal. I \/\/\/\/onder ho\/\/\/\/ your \/\/oice \/\/\/\/ould sound. Speaking my name, Not as an enemy, Something \/\/\/\/orse. Something Chosen. I'd \/\/\/\/ake of these dreams. Curious, car\/\/ing into the mast. I dri\/\/e my cre\/\/\/\/ harder. Though the beasts I hunt are \/\/ast. They do not remind me of you. Your \/\/\/\/retched \/\/\/\/ords. Nor your t\/\/\/\/isted beauty. Like a malignant curse. Not lo\/\/e, ne\/\/er that. A pull to the underto\/\/\/\/. \/\/iolent, unseen, and dragging. Back to\/\/\/\/ards the thing I s\/\/\/\/ore to dro\/\/\/\/n. I \/\/\/\/ill find you again. I \/\/\/\/ill finish it. I \/\/\/\/ill, unless of course. You speak to me the same \/\/\/\/ay you'\/\/e been. There \/\/\/\/ill be no remorse.