In the hush where midnight sighs,
I slip between the moons soft cries;
barefoot on the brine-kissed wood,
where no soul dares, but mine has stood.

The sea, she knows my every sin,
her voice curled deep beneath my skin.
She sings me secrets, low and wet,
of lovers lost, and those unmet.

I wear desire like a flame,
a whispered oath, a ghost's true name.
It coils around my throat and thighs;
a hunger veiled in velvet lies.

Come closer, stranger, drown in me.
My eyes are storms, my touch the sea.
I'll pull you down with lips like wine,
and drown you slow in something fine.

You'll beg, you'll burn, you'll breathe no air;
yet call it bliss, this dark affair.
For every kiss a wound unhealed,
and every moan a blade concealed.

But oh, to ache is to be known.
And darling, I won't leave you lone.
I'll haunt your dreams, your pulse, your breath,
a siren song that tastes like death.

So take me, love, but know this truth:
no one escapes the flame of youth.
And when you scream my cursed name;
you'll know you'll never love the same.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 979 AF.