Sit there, darling, decked in gold and ambrosia, silk and honey, pondering, contemplating, the love that you lost when you let me go--
--for I am far beyond the stars now, and not even sirens could lure me back to your arms.
I have found that the immortality of love is a cruel, twisted game, for why let your heart live on with poison in its depths?
@the-ichor-of-ruination , for @ivorymoons















