They used to look towards the stars at night When he enjoyed the rain’s playful dancing Before the robed ripped him from the bed of blight binding their flesh beyond the curséd grave. She who witnessed his death and took the blame Toils alone, none eyes but a demon’s The horned’s architect writhed in the burden of his bane Rain set alight, scorch her yellow colours “Our relation is ours alone.” She said Like a mass of hair, they are tied by fate Stabs at the heart or maces heavenward Pull them tighter. Away by both ends He relishes in the pain of rain, And she descends from blue skies lacking restrain.
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