Saved,
Engraved,
In grave,
So bade,
On whisper,
On whim,
With sacrificial din.


They fall,
In thrall,
No wherewithal,
To stall,
Her wish,
Her dish,
Deadliest of trysts.

Succumb,
So numb,
Just crumbs,
She hums,
Delectable pain,
In gain,
All is Her domain.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 7th of Arios, in the year 491 MA.