Oh!

My captor, my tormentor, my Love

The moment I rose, I felt Your absence. Fear and most tantalizing despair rushed upon me

Without Your touch, I wither

Without Your fangs at my throat, I cannot breathe

Without Your claws around my heart, it cannot beat

I chase, and chase, and chase

Spiraling down

I chase what I cannot catch

In this dance

I am dancing with You

And You, with Yourself

I have but one need, and it is You

Turn Your eyes upon me once more

Destroy me, embrace me, hate me, love me

So long as You see me.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 10th of Haernos, in the year 478 MA.