I senseth thy loneliness and feeleth thy teen. Thy troubleth is mine life blood and gives me pleasure.
I hast been watching thou since before thou were born while thy soul waited for its timeth to blossom on earth. And I will watcheth thou until thy heart beats nay more.
I hast visited thou ‘ere, in the dark, when thou knew not that I was thither. I was thither while thou slept, thither while thou wept, and thither while thou sinned. I will always be thither. . . watching. My Master smells thy destiny but wot not its outcome. Anon thou will joineth us or be our nourishment. The choice is yours.
When the timeth is right, I will bewray myself to thou. When thou decideth to follow thy destiny, and joineth us. Until then, I will layeth in waiteth. . . watching. . . My dear one.