He cut through her heart with a blade ice,
His love had fled on a raven’s wing.
Under the shadow of his sacrifice,
A deep crevice swallowed everything.
A fated love doomed at the very start.
A love to burn in an icy flame.
Condemned by the blood of a frozen heart,
The death of light surely was to blame.
The love would exist in an empty crypt.
The will of the fates spoken too soon,
As if printed upon a hallowed script
On a hill she sat beneath the moon
He would find her there, that was to be true,
He would crush her heart without a thought
The flower’s petals, alas, far too few.
The maiden’s sorrow he cruelly brought.
As though her fragile heart were made of glass,
It shattered under his icy spell.
Her identity scattered through the grass.
Of her no more one would ever tell.
Although he did sit and delicately,
Retrieve the pieces of his true love.
Gone from the world she had definitely,
Long vanished into the world above.
But he as well had gone from the dark earth.
And though the two had gambled with death,
There can be not death if there is not birth,
Again they rose, unified in breath.
The love had been fated and it was doomed,
But after the dark comes always the light.
The promise of life, ahead of them loomed.
No hate versus love, nor wrong versus right.