A maidens flowing hair as pitch as night,
with luminescent eyes of evergreen.
She tries to hide herself with all her might;
nobody else questions what her thoughts mean.
A fair man who has lost all of his years;
imperious thoughts marred by solitude.
Never to escape the gnashing of gears
created by the fates to make him crude.
Brought together after parted by fate,
should they choose between what is to be done.
To be combined by the bonds of fate,
or to be cleaved; the dark ones will have won.
What will these separated lovers do?
If wrong, each other is whom they must rue.
