Clinging together as the winds pull them apart,
They soar overhead in the sun's warm light.
These emories eternal, endlessly restart,
They know not the significance of this fateful night.

The light and shadow circling entwined,
Down they fall, together, hand-in-hand.
Smiles on their faces, they pay no mind,
Held fast and secure by a plain silver band.

As they plummet below into the abyss,
The sun fades away, into the ocean blue.
She's worried and her hand squeezes his,
The fate that awaits them, if only she knew.

Unknown to them, they're not alone,
A seamonster lurking, deep in the depths.
Around wraps its limbs, pulling her down,
But the monster is him, from his mind it'd crept.

The monster now saited he swims to the surface,
Climbing aboard, he looks to the waves.
In the murky below, he still sees her face.
He lowers the sails, leaving her to her grave.

Over and over the story's the same.
Time and again, each brings more shame.
A chance at redemption perhaps still remains
For the man in the mask and the woman of flames.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Daedalan, in the year 828 AF.