Dearest Merin,

Behind your whimsical curtains of light laughter, what is in you hidden but true? Shrouded in darkness which gives me some fright; I wonder what I do not know of you.

You fraternized with a horrible lord of undead! So selfishly you grab me! Would you keep me from the rest of this world? In your eyes, what do you want me to be?

But--I cannot resist! Your night sky skin of black obsidian; your hair that glows a soft moonlight white. It would be a sin to ignore the beauty that from you flows.

Your sweet voice makes my mind quiver and dance; that I know you, I am blessed with the chance.

With love, Senestia Avarscanti