And what is The Gentle Blooding? Some totalitarian regime, which drives the dictates of heart and soul and mind? Some adjunct to fetid conformity, composed deep in the wastelands of ideals, caste far from the realm of demented human endeavour? Some tainted take upon the nursery rhyme? Perhaps The Gentle Blooding encompasses each of these and their inversions, their reflections and oh so much more. Perhaps like some lurking sense it lingers where memories repressed yet resonate roam free. Perhaps it ventures upon trails trodden by those whom embody a deeper wisdom, Brought forth and formulated against this mortal futility. A form so confronting to those entrenched in denial, To those ever grasping the destitution of ephemeral highs. Ride now upon its freedom, ride now upon its unhindered sentiment, ride now those few whom are prone to believe. Ride now for this blooding shall not relent. May your Blooding be Gentle DS.