In the distance, I see the black-winged crow,
Atop a bunch of black wildflowers,
Frozen like a totem in the gaze of Moradeim.
Under a flower capped hill,
Two fireflies circle each other
Into the oblivion of time.
In my hands,
Between a ring of blue coral and twelve dark vials,
A corpse of last month's baby rat
Decay into silvery dust.
I breathe heavily, as the night deepens and rages on.
A shadow demon drifts in, looking for friend.
I have failed my love.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Tenebrae, in the year 14 AM.