Elend

Troisime Leon
I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord.
Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn.
We were lost in a sea of darkness.
A darksom opalescent sky left us stranded
Within the remnants of our dreams.
Oblivion ensnared the azure in our visions.
The Moon became as blood,
And I wash its reflection in my own blood
Which dyes purple stars to ivory rain.
But we were lost in a sea of darkness.
And we met her, Luvadea,