shadows into view

Holding back cruelty is a form of kindness too, but I would raise the oceans and the mountains, I would call upon Anubis and the giants watch the old gods move, bend the tides and split the moon, tear the quiet from the room, just to make the light come through. Honey, let’s drag the shadows into view, and if we call the storm by its old name I know it will let us through every omen breaks in sequence when the world remembers you do not fear the fire cutting through. If the heavens start to open, I will step into them too, with you of course, with you What you face, I face too What you call, I answer Name the gate, honey. I’ll walk straight through.