He entered the ruined house,
With prayers upon his tongue.
A pious man, pure of heart,
Haunted where the shadows clung.
Amidst the smoke, she rose,
With eyes like burning coal.
Storms in her hair, lips of red,
A forbidden fury, a flaming soul.
Half-imagined in shimmering haze,
An ancient beauty in silent praise.
He sought to cast a binding spell,
Yet her gaze made his spirit swell.
Night after night, she lingered near,
Whispers of love tuning in his ear.
Heaven warned, "Her touch is sin,"
Yet he kept burning from within.
At dawn he vowed, "Beyond life's breath,
I'll still choose you in the face of death."
Now legends say, in star-lit skies,
Two lovers remain where no one dies.