But peace is brief when fate is bold,

And bliss like hers is rarely told.

The war returned, the heavens cracked,

And I was called to lead the pack.

She fell like dusk, a whispered breath—

And I, divine, did envy death.

Now all I build, all realms I rend,

Are songs to her who knew no end.

I’d trade mine crown, mine flame, mine throne,

To hold her hand, to hear her tone.

But stars are cruel, and time unkind—

So love and war in me and her are bind.