The love that never happened

In the shade of broken towers,

Where the wildflowers grow,

He met a witch with fearless eyes,

And dared his heart to hope.

In secret songs they wove their dreams,

Beneath the bleeding skies,

She healed his bones, he swore his soul,

To live, to love, to freedom.

But ashes drift on promised winds,

And hearts fall with the rain,

He called her name through shattered halls,

But she would come no more again.

The gods may keep their golden thrones,

Their crowns of dying flame —

He’d trade it all, to hold her hand,

And hear her speak his name.

He asked her once to run away,

Beyond their people's gaze,

Beyond the wars, beyond the walls,

To some forgotten land.

Where enemies can be lovers

But love was never built to last,

Where broken kingdoms fall,

The gods grew jealous of their light,

And tore apart it all.

But ashes drift on promised winds,

And hearts fall with the rain,

He called her name through shattered halls,

But she would come no more again.

The gods may keep their golden thrones,

Their crowns of dying flame —

He’d trade it all, to hold her hand,

And hear her speak his name.

Others laughed, when his soul was torn apart.

And somewhere still his heart beats slow,

For a witch the world won’t hear.

Ashes drift on promised winds,

Her voice is just a sigh,

He built a throne of broken stone,

But still he weeps,

He weeps for why.

(Fading)

Ashes... and promise... Broken by the fiend… never finding what freedom should be