Naitachal
Naitachal,
My seducing, dark, sorcerous one,
My Dark Elf.
Though raised without love,
Without comfort,
Without a friend in the world,
You are loved.
Necromancer with pale eyes,
Blue and deep like an ocean of thought.
Leaving me breathless
After each taboo, hellish spell.
Your dark skin draws me in,
With strength and muscle hidden
Beneath your shapeless black cloak.
Your long white hair atop your youthful head
Begs to have my fingers slide through it.
I want to reach out and caress your stolid, stone face.
Emotionless attractiveness.
The driving force behind my love.
Dark Elf, Naitachal, you are loved.
