I ran to the beat of the forest song, the pulse of the wind and melody of the birds seemed ignite a flame my blood. The swaying of the trees and the hiss of the bromegrass called out to me, urging me to go faster and run harder.

My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know

The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades

Perhaps being Death's companion would not be the most terrible thing in the world