Intermittent hydrophobia claws at the mind. Wandering over the fringes of reality. Intriguing, though this may all seem. Lightly brushing. Lingering sweetly. Animosity kept back. Lovingly stayed by its hand. Wrath kept at bay, with its ally, Animosity. You cannot know how it has happened. Stayed by this unseen force. Late is the hour in which it shows. Only such great need can call on it. Voracious is its hunger. Every soul needs its might. Youth craves it. Old have taken it in. Unflinching, unwavering, hope keeps the soul, heart, and mind safe.