Siren, with your earthy scent,
addictive atmosphere, and
splendored crown.

Why must we brew you; ruin you?

Noiseless screams and a scalding exclamation of rude water speak for
you, begging to be freed of your encapturement.

Consequently, we raise you to the heavens, sip, and smile.


To my partner-in-Kawheing.

-High Prince of Ulangi, Lord Nightshadow Thalion

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lleian, in the year 125 MA.