Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

It was just about when Liliana would arrive at the shop for her no doubt arduous day of work that Monday despite the time stamp, shush that a voice message would have pinged on her phone. Surely coincidence, and not anything meticulously planned, perish the thought.

It was, simply, just some recited poetry, some long overdue payback, as it were:

"Her moon is the everlasting cream
In my coffee of stars.
I stir in the hopes she appears
In half dark twinkles of night.
My hands warm in the bistro of...

Anticipation.

She leans against my lips
& my emotions erupt in hot steam.
A love like hers silk as cream,
Easing down my throat.

I stir until half dark twinkles are covered.
I stir until only the smallest bit is shown.
Her moon the everlasting cream,
In my coffee of stars.

The taste forever lingering on my tongue.

This cream a kiss that orbits much of the world.
A romance I taste with each sip,
In my coffee of stars"