Rebirth.

Invisible, he wears her like a cloak. He doesn't flaunt her presence; this lady on his arm. She is love and hate, fear and courage: the unseen companion. He himself doesn't even notice this welcome intruder's presence. An ever present shadow even in the blackest of nights. She is there for him from when he wakes up until he goes to bed: his sentry. His first wife, his companion. She never gets jealous of other women who grace his bed. Neither does he seem to mind that she is always there, a silent spectator of his frolics. All she has to do is keep mum and watch... too splendid a deal for one such as her. The perfect woman, She is always there to guide him through life. Not by being his compass but by being the lighthouse for whichever path he chooses. Bound since inception, she is there for the bad and the good, the ugly and the beautiful. An arranged marriage: the only bond which defies death. For in death she becomes him and him her, Their contract performed, They finally get to exchange the vows they could not in life, The soul the gift of this incestuous union. The soul.