Son of Son,

If you be
out there, somewhere,
alone and awash in the endless
tides of the gaping microcosm, seek
shelter…
and find refuge in the halls of your
Savior.

The night be young, and there be
castles afoot. They call to you,
and as the lass catches her beau,
so, too, will you be ensnared by Adventure’s
honeyed embrace.

Come hither…
and meet your destiny.