I stand on the shore,
And look out at the water.
I do not emmerse myself
In its soothing calm,
Do not dive into its
Crushing depths.
I watch from its edge,
Yearning to be consumed.
We do not touch,
We do not meet.
Only every now and then
It laps against my feet.


Schisstae

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 306 AF.