Editing About Inwe

In darkest regions of coldest despair,

Came the Light that brought destruction.

Although hidden deep within Morgrad’s lair,

Her brother was sent to his salvation.


In that fatal moment she was torn,

Betwix sibling love and adoration.

It was Her will, so why forlorn?

There can be no better celebration.


Take up this moment and learn!

Darkest deeds may be catalysts

In glory souls sent to Her will burn,

Creating opportunity for lasting trysts.


Heed given to neither race nor creed,

For belief is a fragile thing.

And twisted for our use brings need

And desperate love, everlasting.


To Inwe’s will the murderer was bent,

Sapped of the strength to resist,

All fight knocked from him, life force spent,

He succumbed to a lustful tryst


Our Purple Rose ensnared the Hunter,

His struggle bound him more tightly.

Surrendering to this bleak winter,

No longer strong, proud and mighty.


So, the slayer of her darling brother,

Forsaking all, to her arms now came,

Used for breeding stock, nothing other

As his will was lifeless and lame.