A seducer, nay,
Just hopelessly lost,
In a world full of hope,
Love is my cost,

For what good are legs,
If not to walk beside,
Or even my arms,
With none to hold in mine,

If without your ear to whisper,
My lungs are for naught,
The drug I am on,
Can never be bought,

My stomach you say,
I would gladly let go,
If no more a flutter,
In the air of your show,

My eyes I give up,
For they are only for grace,
That Selene has granted,
For you in her place,

I speak for naught me,
But for those in my boot,
For all who have erred,
In a courted suit,

A heart transfixed,
Can never be broke,
No matter the reasons,
The flames merely stoke,

So, I speak to thee,
On the eve of Selene's wake,
In the ire of chaos,
Where love is at stake,

If my passion doth burn,
Through poetic dance,
By the will of the Gods,
Just give me a chance!

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 601 AF.