I was born in fire, cracked, burned, sealed.  
Scorched by fate, my essence peeled.  
No longer whole, no longer free,  
Yet now I wait - dark destiny.  

I drown in steam, in boiling deep,  
My whispers lost, my echoes weep.  
No hands will mourn, no voices cry,  
Yet still I serve, still I comply.  

A sip, a sigh, a fleeting thrill,  
I pass through lips, yet linger still.  
A phantom taste, a bitter spark,  
A sacrifice to fuel the dark.