I am but lacking, incapable, unwhole.
Residing as if blind with one eye.
Torch black is the heart you stole.
Toxic, unforgiving, lost in a lie

Cold to the touch, its beating had stopped.
Undead was my soul which you came to behold
Functioning half, my gaze had dropped
Odd is life which came to unfold

Evil is where our faith resides.
Yet fate shows twists and turns
None can say what the future hides
It might be scars and burns.

A chance given, a chance taken
Its one and the same
Let this love not be mistaken
And perhaps we will come to remain.

Living by His truths with faith
Worship unstained, untainted
Perhaps then in days of late
Our minds will not be much drained

Before fatigue overcomes us both at long last
And weariness resides within our cores
We shall not move slow, or move fast
And shall not be victim of any lores

Awaken with me, beloved sartai
And we shall live with the Masters truths
When time is right, and matters become stressing.
Perhaps the Master will gift us with His blessing.

Let us reside in the silence of love
And wait for the chaos to arrive.
Even then we shall remain strong together.
I promise to love you forever.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Mayan, in the year 370 AF.