They hid in the shadows.
Holding each other,
Their Hearts beat together.
Silver Star,
Gold Cross.

They are locked in their embrace.
Never wanting to leave the other.
Their connection is strong,
Their societies are rivals.
Or so it seems…

The air shifts,
And they know they must part.
Though letting go is unbearable,
It must be done.

She closes the door.
Through the glass she watches him leave,
And cries…

As he walks,
He pray to God,
For forgiveness.
He loves what is forbidden to him.
Or so it is said…

She kneels before the Moon,
He kneels before the Son.
Both praying for peace,
Both bagging for hope,
Both wish to keep,
What they shouldn’t have.

She dreams of tears,
He speaks to the priest.
Telling him of the love he has found,
In someone,
Who is forbidden to him.

Pounding yells,
Waking her from her dream,
Of shameless hate and sorrow.

Glasses brake,
The room is hot,
And They are upon her.
He runs out,
To the square.
And sees,
His Heart,
Bleeding….

She opens her eyes,
And sees him,
She has been bound,
She sees him.
She has beat beaten,
She sees him.
She has been broken.
But she sees him,
And so she smiles,
As her hope has been restored…

He screams for her.
And tries to reach her,
But is held back…

She watches,
As they hit him,
She struggles against her bindings,
As they beat him,
She cries.

He looks up,
She looks down,
They hold each other,
In a gaze,
That spoke,
Of a broken promise,
And an apology…