The Soul begins it journey,
Fleeing its harbinger,
Never rallying to the sounds of gods,
Just keeps fleeing till the worlds end.
The Soul is a mixture of emotion and memory,
It can drive one insane,
It will take control of a host,
And for that,
The host becomes punishable by acts of heresy.
When one has the ability to create a portal to house these ethereals,
They are granted with their thoughts,
For having over one voice in your mind,
It is the greatest thought of all.
Offen these portals are very painful to create,
Can even cripple those who believe them to have the power,
But even those mortals havent seen what I have,
Th