ORION NOEL MACKENZIE BISHOP 

Eyes overlook but see all, a certain affliction caused by the ruination of a soul lost in the clutches of time . Scars reminding of the hell befallen at the hands of a man . Anger . Hate . Peace . Hands tremble with untapped power ready to unleash lest someone reseal it, the moon wanes yet beauty grows betwixt the veiled thorns of loneliness , a soft breath barely a coo is the only trace of a life well spent , a welping den for children hidden beneath enemy bones . A lone rose ready too fight if only too protect her greatest treasures . She who should be supreme , yet wants nothing too do with it .