Fatal is their love
Of light
And deepest dark

When crystalline kisses
Transform into
Thick, shadowy tears

They hate to love
To admit
They love to hate

So fine a line drawn
Harshly...leisurely
Through intangible sand

What of fate?
They know
They know not

With raids full of gore
Stealthy attacks
Make thunderous testament

Chaos in order
What order?
Order in chaos.. No.

We cannot say, ever
Only drink
Drink deeply, sate your thirst


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Daedalan, in the year 591 AF.