On your guard as you lurk along the sand. A paper face won't mask your fear. Unrelenting consequences for this inquisition. Venture forth and give yourself away with the scent of unfamiliarity. For razor teeth love their human silk, they long to savor unexpecting flesh. To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban. Mighty one, never forget, never forget why your skin is thick. Die defending that which your heart keeps closest. The taste of vengeance is so much sweeter on the blackest of lips. The wind whispers trespass, a call for an end. Take up your arms set your sights. Never fear there's always more blood. Retaliate! At ease mighty one this war is not one of your own. The king returns to claim his throne. A humble crown adorns his noble brow.As the killing season comes to a close, take what's left and start again. As you strive to regain all aspects of your grief ridden life, living each day with strength found in your heart.