About Eternal Outsider


“My whisper is the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.
My breath is the mist of mornings that are cool and crisp.
My charge is the veil thinnest when the moon is pale.
My love can be said to be found with a severed head.
She is the depth of night to which I am the light.
Her descent…. from which I ARISE…

-Eternally Outside.”