Steam from the iron skillet waltzed in unison with the dripping batter that came seeking refuge,

As she surrendered, the tiny craters popped up like a deluge.

Seconds seemed like hours, time elapsed ever so slowly,

 Encircled, she rested in oblivion like a moon upon the ebony sky in a faraway galaxy.

She was once formless and cold, he was ever steely hot,

Yet they united and when she molded in ways fierce, her inception she forgot.

Was their bond immortal? Well… 

Soon she was scraped and into a plate she helplessly fell.

Her hardened form in myriad shades of brown depicted stories several,

Before being steeped unapologetically by the spiced Sambar brutal.

Devoured in minutes, her existence came to an end,

As he( iron skillet) raged, blazed and mourned for her in ways silent.

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