In hours of the darkest night,
When black has overtaken light,
While wild wolf hunts and crows take flight,
As candles count the world's slow turn,
I burn.

The evening's rest is long forgot,
A primal need which can't be fought,
By lovers in whose arms are caught,
When lust ignites and hearts must yearn,
I burn.

Sweat will bead in glow of pleasure,
The gasping breath of carnal leisure,
As two hearts thrum in equal measure,
With utter lack of life's concerns,
I burn.

Two tongues entwined in heated kiss,
Paired souls desperate not to miss,
The wearied cost of mortal bliss,
In wage of sin that two must earn,
I burn.

Then sun alights and breaks the dawn,
The ache of touches now withdrawn,
A longing left for passion gone,
And as I wait for her return,
I burn.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 959 AF.