I'm sorry, I wrote this... I don't know if it makes sense to you. I
don't speak Achaean so well, because I didn't like school. Maybe it's
only because you don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get
older. (Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged
woman: Stuff you pay lots of gold in later life.)

Black Sun

I'm already gone, but I'm having FUN!
So alone. You're the Sun.

Smile, poison, so cold.
Will I ever unfold?

Come! Kill me, like I'd care.
Look at that child. Yes, the scared one, right there.
Come! Kill me, like I'd care.
You're my nightmare, my dream
My death, my love, my vitamins

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 331 AF.