‘Tis a tale of two transformed.
where she walked, roses filled with thorn,
wherein winds cut through you like the norm.
where he lived; torment took form.
where her soul and his were reborn,
but soon she found she lost the warm
and tried to run outside the scorn.
alas, two souls fused; then re-formed.
in the swarm she lay forlorn,
but love, love it kept them strong.
he tells her this will not prolong,
holds her hand, leads her along
into the eye, of the storm.