Once rivals,
Named him my enemy.
A foe.
Almost killed him.
Now,
I’d die for the bastard.
Loyalty.
A trait unknown to many –
It’s what I look for in my allies.
I need folk,
Who would follow me into hell.
He’s one.
The hawk to my raven.
Who else?
Who will help me fix the world?
Hawk To My Raven.
