A thousand suns
A thousand moons
Rise and fall
With thoughts of you

The days pass on
Bland, obscure
For this malady
There is no cure

Lips to kiss?
Blades would flay
An ignited mind
Burns night away

Let this sweetness
Turn sour
In absinthe find
More pleasing hours

Love! Thy name is....
No
Here I will stay
There, I shant go


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Aeguary, in the year 639 AF.