Yes, one can only imagine indeed. He’s there but for a second or two, a glimpse on the sand in the distance. A tall figure, one who rules with an iron fist. One who will better those who bleed for him. One who will make you bleed for him.
But then he’s gone, like he’s made of sand and glass, and the ocean sighs and the Hels cry, and it’s like he was never there at all.
But then he’s gone, like he’s made of sand and glass, and the ocean sighs and the Hels cry, and it’s like he was never there at all.
