Forged from cursed silver
A pale flame.
A memory of midnight.
Pockets of silt, candle-fat, and old accounts
Stiffened by brine, edges crusted with mirror-dust
Silver leaf and indigo leather, lacquered by the abyss
Silvered leather, cracked and shining.
Grips like a promise.
Polished black, cracked like a parched seabed
A ring of tarnished silver, fuses to the wearer's finger
Weathered lace and tear-streaked satin
