Here as the Summer red drift into Fall brown,
my thoughts drift,
my heart flutters,
always smiling, never a frown.

Shrivvy, I can not get you out of my mind,
you stole my heart,
with one liquid amber gaze,
as you floated away, leaving me behind.

Some have called you ghoulish,
but to me,
you are perfect,
those others are just foolish.

My beloved, decapitated, mordbid head,
I can not go on,
I can not live.
Without you, bloody tears will be shed.



Yours always,
Airlia

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Lleian, in the year 169 MA.