All power has a price.

Desire is the well spring, the source of all our power.

As it grows, we grow. As we grow, it grows. It might diminish but it cannot die.

Desire is the price we pay for our power.

It bites; it bleeds; it burns; it soothes; it struggles; it saves; it loves; it lusts; it loiters; it whispers; it whines; it whittles; it meanders; it magnifies; it murders. It is madness.

To us, what is it not capable of?

But above all else, always remember: we do not belong to Desire, Desire belongs to us. We hold the reins and don’t let anything or anyone say otherwise.

-Oldest known poem in Metsys, Author unknown