Mel Gibson. Drunkard. Rager. Antisemite. A bad history with a Slavic woman. A teacher of Passion. Of the Brave Heart. Of the healer soldier with no rifle. And of Maximum Madness.
My deliverer has hair of midnight solace and skin of my mother’s milk. A marshal. Whether the lady of the big screen or the one wrapped sweetly in Persian jeans, I do not yet know.
Perhaps you’ve wanted to know how Elijah knew what he knew.
Now you do.
I am not the hero of this story. You are.
“Hero” is a woman’s name.
Leander only had your light, but I also have the wave.