Dance scarlet on my windowsill;
cling to the walls with velvet grasp
'til they too, crumble to the ground.

Slowly your fingers caress
my scaled skin, sliding across tentatively
to find the chink in my defenses.

Time wears down even the fiercest opponent.

Steal the breath from my lungs;
Suffocate my hope.
Entwine your arms, incarnadine, around mine.

No melting in your embrace - I simply burn.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Scarlatan, in the year 364 AF.