[ 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