The lovers of the Loch,
loved pure, loved true.
Their love ’twas forbidden,
though their choices they don’t rue.
An elvish bloke, a human babe
who’d have ever thought,
but their flawless love was immaculate
and it could not be bought.
With every embrace,
both their world’s grew bitter;
their hate and their despise,
for these two grew fitter.
They sent an assassin,
a silent predator.
The reason he applied,
was to pay of his creditor.
A blood truce of
ancestral proportions,
settled with a life
twisted with contortions .
when the lovebirds hugged
he nocked his arrow,
a single kiss
it went whizzing like a sparrow…
Evanesce, evanesce, evanesce
the shadow faded away,
it would take a stone heart to confess
what happened on that day…