Thy voice slithers lovingly, through all,
warm words enrapture the soul, embrace the frame.
The heart belongs within the hearth of the home,
evermore flaring, amorous consumption of that which it touches.

Whispers that wrap themselves around a cold body,
dsl ogre warmth longed for since eternity, welcomed and breathed.

Passionate flame engulfs a heart of desire,
softened, eroded, risen, and obsessive.
dsl ogre flame of a protector's avowance, and a flame
which will light the paths before us.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lleian, in the year 127 MA.