For all those who love Lord Scarlatti and Lady Selene:


He gave Her a snowflake, or six snowflakes in one.
Snowblossoms, snow leopards.

She was engulfed by an avalanche.
Trapped by snowy walls.

He wanted Her to be his but She was too free.
He had become Hers without knowing.

Tears are what give us voices. All the sad
Love songs down centuries.

Poets cannot live without pain. Bittersweet
Tinges even our happiest moments.

His pain is too great.
We will share it.




Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 368 AF.