Flair's mark healed, once split minds sealed,
I've seen this outer cold for myself.
Prayers barking "Yield" permit the binds I wield.
Let me guide you to a lover's wealth.

An easy lesson made simpler for you,
What the rotten peach once knew:
Not all sweetness tastes the same.

Beauty and balance, no stranger to malice,
Don't think I don't understand.
Banished to that room, now decreeing all's doom
How can you be so utterly bland?

Your sisters could teach you,
If they could breach through,
But for now I must spite your name.

Hollow and hateful, burnt and bruised,
Don't simply sink into Aeon's sand.
Pulled from the womb, lost skein of the loom,
Can you not feel the offered hand?

These blisters I'd walk through,
If I could reach you,
But for now I must light the flame.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Mayan, in the year 910 AF.