Mac reflected on the Unseelie King and his concubine:
He’d loved her for all time
After he’d believed she was gone
Sunshine to his ice.
Frost to her fever.
I wished them forever.
You, too, beautiful girl.
The Unseelie King was gone. ↗
Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else. ↗