smouldering coals burn within
the walls surrounding my heart as it cries
out at your passing, like the kick of a child beneath the skin
no longer felt, leaving the knowledge of how it dies
right there within the walls of living body and flesh
right there, I realize
How easily two souls can ruefully mesh
and leave one or both hypnotized.
Deeper and deeper into their own
the two devour themselves inside out
Not realizing the feeling of 'truly alone'
not understanding what true sorrow's about
And here am I left, Sacred Salamander
The Void rings clear, my only commander

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ios, in the year 113 MA.