He was the mountain in the storm,
A name in iron, battle-worn,
A fire that would not yield the gate,
Though death itself stood there to wait.
She was the light in woodland halls,
Grace beneath ancestral walls,
A star, a vow, a quiet flame,
Who would not turn away in shame.
Fire and rose,
Stone and star,
Two souls sworn
No matter where the shadows are.
Fire and rose,
Storm and light,
They named him fallen,
But not by right.
He bore the blame that others cast,
A lie made strong by polished masks,
Yet still she stood, and still she knew
The man they named was never false.
They tried to break what they could not,
Through envy, grief, and courtly rot,
But all they forged beneath that strain
Was love made harder still by pain.
Fire and rose,
Stone and star,
Two souls sworn
No matter where the shadows are.
Fire and rose,
Storm and light,
They named him fallen,
But not by right.
Now under mountains old things wake,
And buried kingdoms strain and shake,
Yet through the dark one truth remains:
Some bonds are stronger forged in flame.
Fire and rose,
Stone and star,
Two souls sworn
No matter where the shadows are.
Fire and rose,
Storm and light,
They named him fallen,
But not by right.