Bone dust for her skin,
to make her pallor glow.

Heart's blood for her lips,
to amplify his woe.

Ichor in her heart,
seeping through her pores.

Steel up curve of ribs,
to call them all ashore.

A dab of scent undeath,
to make saliva pool.

Plate and napkin set,
an unsuspecting fool.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Slyphian, in the year 493 MA.