Sorrowful Be Your Heart

In my dreams I heard your footsteps coming closer. In my dreams I tried to talk to you, and introduce myself. Guardian of the Miracle and of the Miracle banner, with great pain I carry the emblem of the Father. I am the eyes from which our Mother gazes. 

But nothing I know of You, apart from your cold and nameless visage. Apart from your callused and wounded hands. Apart from the mourning of the deaths of your past self and selves, stolen by rotten corpse after rotten corpse. No, I know nothing of you, only the Miracle knows.