"She always has had a habit of biting off more than she could chew" - everyone who ever mattered's grandmother

You -

I will find.

Where lightest whisps meet half formed hopes
and melt the dark

When time implodes in absence and fire
and swords replace tongues

Where the grotesque is venerated
and the numinous desired

Where imposed order cracks
and the rest seeps through

When horror embraces delight
and the sparrow sings praise for the sun