There's a man with a certain brand,
Left untouched by Death's hand.
Some would say there are things worse,
But he knows the blessing for it's  curse.

He let his beloved die,
And that is why
He's left to wander in hate
Blaming her for this fate.

If she hadn't taken his heart,
It never would have broken apart.
There he laid the blame,
Ever cursing her name.

So it was he chose his path,
Trading empathy for wrath,
Living forsaken
The cost of the life he let be taken.

So he lived on,
To a new centuries dawn,
Keeping himself away
From the world's new day.

Once day while sitting alone,
He heard laughter's tone,
And began to fear
What could be near.

There he found a girl,
Who would sing, dance, and twirl,
But it was her familiar voice,
That lead him to a fateful choice.

There in her face,
Was a resemblance he couldn't place,
A comforting smile,
Something that's been missing for awhile.

Though this meeting had to end,
His heart she promised to mend.
She laughed and said farewell,
Though her name she wouldn't tell.

True to her word, she returned,
And doused the fires of rage that burned.
She brought a star's new light,
To cast on his eternal night.

But this could not last,
And she was lost to his past,
This time sadness,
Driving him to madness.

Deep he hid,
In a desperate bid
To save the dying coal
That was his soul.

He drifted through many an age
Sitting in his cage,
Until one day he was found
And greeted by a familiar sound.

As he looked upon her face once more,
He realized what he should have before.
The one he had betrayed,
Had forgiven him and stayed.

She chose to be reborn
To save him from his  scorn,
To absolve him from his sin,
Again and again.

From then on it went,
Each of her lives she spent,
In life the brightest sun,
And the coldest night when her time was done.

From then on it went,
Each of her lives she spent,
An eternal spirit caring
For his immortal body despairing.