This epistle is for MY Immortal. I know there are many of you immortals still roaming but I am speaking only to mine. The rest of you may know me from previous cycles or have heard tales of my power. By my powers, I assure you: any other than my Immortal will glean from this only misdirection, a path I weave toward your certain ruin, should you choose to pursue either myself or my vessel. Only my Immortal will know which of my words have meaning and which are without. Trust what I told you last.

I wrote most of these poems after 10 p.m. when I was feeling either sad, nostalgic, or lonely. It started as just a way to put words to feelings, but it has become so much more than that. I hope you can resonate with some of these poems, like I do, and that these words are there for you when you need them most :)