For lust,
nor fate.
He stays awake,
whispering her name,
in the darkness of night.
Dreams mean one thing,
Wishes mean another.
Not even the healer know's their fate.
Oh a pallid pearl is she,
A mane like the glossy stars above,
She to, awaits.
Let it happen with a happy ending,
Let is all end well.
Put the end for the star trapped lovers,
And see who survives.
Of the valley,
Or the coast,
It is unknown which she rest in.