Cracked rock, carcass, metal, and glass
Damp wood, torn leather, broken mast
Blood, shuttered window, lonely morning
My heart died young, my soul loved burning.

Goodbye old friend, terror of ages. Goodbye for now, goodbye at least to this way we met for these special times. They were the ideal of horror. Why then did I love them? For in the darkness when I needed weakness when I couldn't bare the light for the wretchedness of my life you were there to hurt me worse and no one else could have done that for me. No one else cares to hurt so deeply. It is what makes you special old foe, for everyone knows that you are more friendly than God.

I think I'll almost miss how plainly you shown yourself to me this time. You stood naked and willing, wanting me. I stood horrified and destroyed, needing you. Now I won't have a chance to see your face, for our little war ended, you spread into mist and hide somewhere in all things like a sheen of oil on water. I know now even more of what I knew before, that the experience of being is the very fabric and structure of reality itself. For even as you beat and bloodied me, I saw so stark and clear that the line of action through which you arose was the very composition of the universe that had formed through my lived living, and if I was to fight you, nothing would suffice but to upend the universe itself and rip and reorder it. 

Dewed grass, silent night, starfire, and stave
Sunrise, soft hair, ocean's wave
Child, sweetness, sound of laughter
I am free forever... just hereafter.