From sorrow's arms you lifted me,
blood red our dawn first rose.

Beyond passion's heat we ventured,
love's warm embrace, our home.

Now your memory ensnares me,
it's hollow script my tome.

Through the depths of time I've waded,
but at last I pen this poem.

With these words I gain my freedom,
my heart, once more, my own.



I'm sorry, love...

~ Kayna

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 348 AF.