The darkest sin, cannot be spoken
the tainted flesh of one who sees
the soul can never be broken.
I speak of sin and I speak of these
who follow light. Will o the wisp
ever forward tantalizing
with light so crisp
against background mesmerizing
The darkest black can never reveal
the type of wounds
it takes forever to heal
wounds out of site beneath the heart, sounds
of the night, threatening you, entrancing
You /are/ the light. Go through life dancing

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Arios, in the year 114 MA.