Your lips taste like death
A solitary shade of black
Your bitterness burns me
Eyes like black holes
Staring through me
You eat at me with empty words
Fear breeds in sightless eyes
Come and kiss away my fear
And watch me recoil
As I taste what you have to offer
Taste the bitter flame and the cold fire
Taste your solitary shade of black

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Variach, in the year 142 MA.