Bloodbath Across the Heavens

Three years in a cold hut, two years in a deserted courtyard, lonely and bleak.

Now cold of heart and nature, with her defenses built high.

She may not be a peerless beauty who could topple kingdoms,

but her grace and elegance are unlike anything in this world.

He sighs, lamenting how hard it is to find a kindred spirit.

He regrets, in sorrow, letting her slip through his fingers.

Only he gives thanks to Heaven, saying: “With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for...”