Tantalizing cadence, your heart is mine
your soul is mine,
blue blood runs deeply,
your threads are mine to spin.
Where are you going,
where have you been
A soul pledged to darkness
hanging on by a single string.

Erotica, now you breathe deeply,
can you taste the fear?
can you taste the sorrow?
Or is the salt permeating your senses
the splendor of your own anguish?

Fall six, stand seven
die once, live forever
run quickly, stand firmly,
pluck a string and it all unravels.




Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 572 AF.