Two they where, artist and scientist. Music flowed in their souls and rained from their lips.
Not weapons of war they made, but instruments of peace.

The thunder fell, and they were cast apart. Their love was sundered as the world collapsed.
They sang in pain and sought to reunite, but crimson eyes glowed in the dark. Their union was not to be.

He held death in his hands. Stars burned in is footsteps.
In her, the conflagration was reborn, the funeral pyre lit.

And so forevever after, their love fuels death. Their last words, a curse and a cry.
Their names are now lost, but their love will not die.