Chapter III

Dearest Lover, 

Taking your name under forbidden skies

Stealing hearts out of bounds. 

Can you meet me at dusk? 

An abandoned church, the house on the hill top

Cursed by witches that were burnt

Women who dared to love another, 

Like fire on fire and water on ice

Linking my divergence to yours

Cause we're already one. 

I hate him, isn't it obvious? 

His fingers on your skin fuels my fury, 

and your negligence incites his psyche

What a waste of a man and his God forsaken pride. 

Your name on his lips sound like an envoy of death 

awaiting his masters consent 

to kill, while mine on yours is a divinity so glorious

no amount of trojan wars could keep me in. 

Purple and yellow, like those tulips in your mother's garden

Favouritism that doesn't mean harm me or your husband. 

Not that I care about him or his feelings,

But I do care about your pain and the cause, 

your happiness and mine following the same rhythm

Like autumn leaves and the vehement wind. 

You asked me if I would run away with you? 

Lead the way my love, to a land of Aurora and Eloise . 

To the lady made of fire, 

My lover, my muse.