Come away with me to Loom
and be reborn in our love.
The pixies will sing to us
and the kobolds will burn
the sprites atop a pyre
until the smoke draws out pygmies
and Asheara sews me a gown
for our wedding. We'll hunt sheep
by the dozens in Lodi. Wildcats
and gnomes will bloody our hands,
joined atop Mount Gheladan forever
I will sting you with my barbed heart
and Sisufe will guard our eggs
long after we die to the poison.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 604 AF.