[ Lorian to Nymre poem ]

 

we are surrounded by delicious gleam
sipping from the stars, allowing them under our skin
letting them melt our spines into the liquid fire

I promised you moon, enchanted into your veins
I promised you night, exploding in your mind with splinters of passion
lighting up your ardour with licks of carnivorous flames

we are kindlings for eternity
bathing in a violent darkness [ our bride ]
we are cruel like fate and bright like a day

no masters or gods to obey

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