You've met my beloved before.
Most people meet him every day in small forms.
He exists all around you, even if you don't notice his presence.

Have you looked him in the eye?
Have you felt him move through you?
Have you thought why that impulse
to feel something break between your teeth exists?

My beloved,
that-which-goes-by-many-names,
could be a family member to you.
A stranger, a lover, a colleague.

Maybe he's even reading this right now,
through a pair of very familiar eyes.

You and I are always here.
We don't always share time and place,
but on occasion, we know each other.
From beyond the ancient stars the cycle repeats anew.

What kind of role are you playing this time?
One that hurts or one that gets hurt?
The cast is decided, so do your best to enjoy it.

Spill your blood, kill and get killed,
fuck and get fucked like the animal you are.

Glory be to The Golden Thorn.