As with all chains there is a point where the links meet and attached to the main clamp. Find this and the rest becomes undone.
A burning candle doesn't burn twice, not even if it burns both ends. And moreso twice the candle shall burn individually.
How things turn around as so, what once was drawing blood from a stone. Now the hands made of that stone are held out begging.
An empty cradle that has no necessary need to be rocked. Expected of yet only good now for firewood.
They have no need for a disguise, especially when to make an oath with blood. Leader of a pack is now bloodbrothers. All whom make it their home create some drama to begin. A woodpecker will drill into the bark of a tree. And like any other who takes up abode.
In the forest; there is a moment when a period of peace and quiet fills the time. A moment of solitude and reminiscing of what was and what shall be. The quill remains wet in its well without marking in ink for that is owed. Life does have a balance of goodwill, just need to find it.
1 Timothy Ch.3:V.9 " - Holding the mystery of the faith in a pure conscience."