Ceolrith

Two children stand shoulder to shoulder, seemingly small in the towering heights of the halls of the home in which they abide, and made even more so by the pacing of the man before them. Dark skies are revealed through windows cracked shut, and the long hall is lit by many hearths and candles for some warmth and light.

Sweetness like honey sitting on the tongues of 

Those who we want, yet we cannot have;

Bathe me in the amber glow as it pours from you -