Hand in hand they stood
next to the circle of stones.
Two lonely figures,
wearing blue hooded cloaks.
Watching out over the ocean
the nightsky was lit with shooting fire
as she sank underneath the tranquility of blue.
It was over so fast,
their home vanished
swallowed by the depths.

Neither him, nor her,
priest and priestess,
husband and wife
knew where to go next.
All they knew were
that they must part
from eachother.
Their life together in this time,
was over;
Never you fear my love as certain as
the perpetual motion of the wheel of time,
we shall meet again. She said.

They held eachother tightly
as they looked out over
the quiet surface
where all hope had vanished.
For a moment their lips locked together
and a fire that overshadowed
everything rose with urgency.
He gently pushed her away
and held her in view.
Lovingly he gazed upon the
white oval of her face,
would he ever rest his eyes
on her beauty again?

Without further delaying
they turned away from eachother
and went their separate ways.
Their journey would be long
and perilous,
but they must not fail.
Their task an important one,
as heralds of legends lost.