For us I said never tell me about love,
but then, you still spoke it.
For you I'll mend this shattered pane,
even though you broke it.

What you want and what you need,
sits beyond the vanity of stained glass;
Light to ash, seed to grass, maybe just a muse's greed.
I know little of power. I know much about class.

Sing songs of what's been called lost,
and some will predict even the end of time.
Some of my kin offer the bite of elder frost.
This space between the lines is still mine.

Take it, I dare you.
I welcome all in.
Quickly! Regale me!
With tales of how you'll surely win.

For soon I must steal into evil's tent,
to hear it all over again.
So quiet, love, take this last kiss and go,
For soon I have another date, with your other twin.

Blatant, I know, but you've long known it,
that teasing small death when you're near me.
Latent, we grow, for we had long ago sown it;
yet I'd still rather not have you fear me.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Mayan, in the year 899 AF.