Melissandra

Let them damn fates decide,

The end of a tale that I recite.

Of a faceless man made of might,

With no secrets in him but emotions to hide. 

Let them damn fates now call,

The end to a tale that I recall.

A moment that left a mark on him,

An encounter that made a lover of him. 

A dance of fire, a dance so bright,

A beauty herself chosen by The Lord of light. 

Each step closer meant to burn apart,      
A sight for Cupid to shoot his heart. 

A bit too close a bit too far,

A war within of mind over heart. 

A conflict of beauty over obedience,

Even the fiery embers faded before her radiance. 

So let them damn fates decide,

A choice that looms over darkness and light. 

To choose the fiery goddess so bright,

And be her standing warrior of light.