• Drawn together by the cruel hands of fate.
    She was a soul light and radiant like a harvest moon.
    Her hair a stream of white, eyes blue like the ocean and skin the color of snow.
    He was dark with a soul as black as midnight on a raven's feathers.
    His hair the color of a starless sky, and eyes silver like a lone wolves fur.
    Together it was as if the light and dark swollwed each other.
    Others squalled at them with unkind eyes.
    Those who looked down on her said she was on a trail to temptation and gisgarce.
    His peris looked down on him and said that he was no longer part of their world.
    they didnt care nothing would stp what they had sacrificed so much for. In the end the squalles became anonymous voices in the wind for their love would become that of legand.
    Mountians bowed to them, the elements quivered in fear of their power, amd the skies at their command.
    For eternity will their souls guard the lives of true lovers bound to walk the path of pain and unconditonanal love.