Her desires flung
Like a whisper in the dark.

Her voice seething,
Scraping these hours raw
Of flesh and silk and ash.

Her fingers there to part my lips,
Her serrated caress
Becoming the moment my heart ceases
And my breathing gives way to nothing.

And how her words elude me,
My grasping fingers desperate for a last,
Blind attempt at understanding,
And the bitter knowledge
Of the brief flash of life her agony reveals.
How her sighs cut through me,
The taste of centuries of malice destroyed
By a single word,
Burning this world to the ground.

How beautiful, then
To be free of this wicked black ink
That mars my lips
And the stain of her love resting heavily
Upon my tongue;
This is the unloved song.

Come, destroyer,
Silent release through rapture.
Witness now the resurrection,
This is death by faith.

This is the unloved song.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Haernos, in the year 190 MA.