"To Jelissa, My Shadowed Flame

In the cradle of night, where the shadows wail, Beneath the moon's pale and ashen veil, There lies a name, a whispered plea, Jelissa, my love, my calamity. Your eyes, twin voids, like a raven's hymn, Pull me to the edge where the light grows dim. Your touch, a ghost, both tender and vile, A torment I crave, a serpent's guile. Oh, Jelissa, queen of the cursed and lost, Your love is my salvation, my holiest cost. In your embrace, the darkness sings, Binding my soul with obsidian strings. Your lips, like the chalice of poisoned wine, Draw me to drink of a fate divine. To die in your arms, a martyr's delight, Under the canopy of eternal night. Let the grave be our altar, the crypt our throne, Where love is carved in marrow and bone. Together we'll dwell, in the black abyss, Forever entwined in a deadly kiss. Jelissa, my heart, my wicked muse, Through shadows and sin, I’ll never refuse. For love in its purest, most twisted art, Is the dagger you’ve plunged into my heart.