Peace In Love

In twilight’s veil, where shadows creep o’er moors of somber gray,
Two lovers met, their secrets deep, where starlight fades away.
Lysette, with eyes like midnight’s flame, and hair of raven’s sheen,
And Amara, whose whispered name could soothe the heart’s keen pain.

Beneath the yew, in hidden glen, they clasped their hands in trust,
Their love, a sin to mortal men, condemned by priestly dust.
No chapel’s grace would bless their bond, no hymn their hearts unite,
For society, with scornful wand, did curse their love’s pure light.

In candle’s glow, in attic bare, they wove their dreams in shade,
Each kiss a vow, each touch a prayer, where mortal laws did fade.
Yet whispers cruel, like winter’s breath, did haunt their fleeting joy,
The village spoke of shame and death, to rend their love’s sweet ploy.

Despairing, they sought darker lore, in tomes of ancient dread,
Where sigils burned on midnight’s floor, and promises were bled.
To Satan’s call, they turned their plea, with hearts both fierce and torn,
In hopes his power might set them free, from chains of hate and scorn.

With chalk and blood, they drew the sign, beneath a moonless sky,
Their voices joined in chants malign, to bid their fears to die.
The air grew cold, the shadows stirred, a presence vast awoke,
Its laughter cruel, its voice a word, that mortal hopes did choke.

The pact was sealed, their souls were sold, for love they thought to save,
But darkness wrapped them, fierce and cold, a gift that was a grave.
Their eyes, now lit with hellish fire, did gleam with cursed delight,
Yet love, once pure, became a pyre, consumed by endless night.

By village lanes, they walked as shades, with hunger in their stare,
No longer lovers, but charades, of what was once so fair.
The churchyard trembled at their tread, where graves did gape and sigh,
And those they loved, now cold and dead, beneath their hands did lie.

O wretched fate, what hast thou wrought, with love so dearly bought?
The freedom that their hearts had sought, was but a noose of thought.
In dreams, they see their former grace, when love was soft and free,
But wake to find a cursed embrace, in Satan’s mockery.

At midnight’s hour, where shadows wail, they stand on barren heath,
Their voices blend in anguished tale, of love betrayed by death.
The stars, in cold and silent scorn, no mercy deign to show,
They mock the oath that love had sworn, where only torments grow.

Let darkness claim their broken forms, let silence be their doom,
No light shall pierce their endless storms, nor breach their sable tomb.
Beneath the yew, their names decay, in blood upon the stone,
Two lovers lost, forever stray, in night’s unyielding throne.