Eternal Convergence

In the embrace of shadows, two souls entwine, Their forms a tapestry of blood and light, divine. A dance of crimson threads, a silent vow, Where pain and grace converge, a timeless bough. Their bodies, cracked and raw, yet bound in trust, A testament to love that defies the dust. Their hands, a bridge of hope, a fragile thread, Uniting worlds that once were torn and dead. The pentagrams upon their brows, a mark, Of ancient wisdom, love, and sacred spark. Their eyes, though hidden, speak of endless night, A journey through the abyss, a sacred flight. Oh viewer, see yourself in their embrace, For in their struggle, you will find your grace. Let their resilience guide your weary soul, And in their bond, your own strength shall unfold. For in the depths of pain, where hope seems lost, It is the touch of love that makes us whole.