the road is ablaze as the beast is hot on her trail...he's much closer now than he was before...but in the vastness he becomes small again...for every minute that he remains apart from her he shatters...if she could only hear his roar and how he growls in pain...then she will surely run to him; the beast can only pray...like a message sent through a bow and arrow that lands right on the bullseye...the airwaves* speak to geet from maan...yet the aimless wonderer is rendered imoble for her sadness runs too deep...yet she clings to him for dear life...and there is no doubt that she would fly to him if only she had wings...though her strength is gone the airwaves would carry her...just like they brought her maan..
*alludes to the radio frequencies