No calm, Preceded

Before disaster comes,

A calm,

When the night had seven,

Three red came down,

With silver on broken heels,

Licking their paws and holding,

Unlit candles,

... "Illusions–",

And when the night held,

To you and only you,

A brazier with the sea instead of flames,

Storms became hurricanes,

No calm,

Preceded.

-Karias Blerster to Erga Kenesis di Raskreia

No calm, Preceded (fic)