When first they loved, the heavens turned away,
For fate had sworn their joining was a sin.
Steel sang where vows once trembled, pale with pray’r,
And blood made red what hope had written thin.
He fell with her dear name upon his tongue,
A dying oath no mercy dared to hear.
She reached him late—too late—her sorrow young,
Her hands baptized in loss, not love, but fear.
The blade that kissed his heart knew not her cry;
The world stood still, yet cruelty moved swift.
She chose his death before a life denied,
And followed where no god would dare uplift.
Thus love lay murdered mid its sacred breath—
Two souls ***** made one at last by death
—faye
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
When first they loved, the heavens turned away,
For fate had sworn their joining was a sin.
Steel sang where vows once trembled, pale with pray’r,
And blood made red what hope had written thin.
He fell with her dear name upon his tongue,
A dying oath no mercy dared to hear.
She reached him late—too late—her sorrow young,
Her hands baptized in loss, not love, but fear.
The blade that kissed his heart knew not her cry;
The world stood still, yet cruelty moved swift.
She chose his death before a life denied,
And followed where no god would dare uplift.
Thus love lay murdered mid its sacred breath—
Two souls ***** made one at last by death
—faye
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