He heard She loved a lofty bet,
Controlled is something They oft get,
So a wager of Divine fate was set,
and for a conman's game, they met.

Some hint He knew all the odds,
Some say She couldn't refuse,
Some claim to know the truth of gods:
They all just wanna let loose...

A game was played, She wept and lost,
A price was weighed, He lept up at the cost.
Tears now frozen, to freedom She raced.
He was now ever bound, to be erased.

Sorrow She felt but this was Law,
Even lovers melt before the grand All.

While some sit chained to sleep,
Others realm-bound to hate,
To this old bloody road She'd keep,
An altar free from fate.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Sarapin, in the year 940 AF.