His eyes were bitter,

His heart aflame,

He played with fire,

As if it were a game,

He and death danced,

Sparring like the stars,

His love lay dying,

He couldn't save her from her scars.

He took his spear,

And ran it through death,

And he looked upon his lost love,

Consumed with rage and regret,

He fell upon the sword,

Knowing there was nothing left