Date: 03/29/2014 at 05:32
From: Andrea Saer'rac
To : Suire, a mauled, narcissistic siren
Subj: Scribbling

Sister dear, I think I fear
You're locked away, and there you'll stay
Not in that place, but behind your face
You could be free, if you could see
Wounds and scars, are not who you are
I can give no peace, but this at least
Though you weep, your Song we'll keep

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 651 AF.