There's a wind that blows to the West.
Twirling and dancing across the world
it carries a message towards sunset.
There, it reaches the ends of what's known
and comes to settle in its recipient's chest.
A response comes with a midnight raven
"I love you too, My Dear Tempest, now rest."
There's a city to the North made of stone.
Where two hearts once defined by loss
came together to rebuild broken homes.
They heal hurts once simply left to rot and
within the other find a strength all their own.
They so clearly speak across all those pains
"Stay with me, Darling, no need to be alone."
There's a letter hidden within forgotten stuff.
It was full of nonsense and love confessions
that were sincere as much as they were bluff.
In some other life those words held meaning
but in this one, their story wasn't so clear-cut.
It's a terrible fact shared between two hearts
"Sometimes loving someone isn't enough."
There's a shop you can find in most every city.
It's first, though, is where a love came to life
between a dying man and one full of whimsy.
Doomed from the start and lost before the end
it was a love built on a ground all too flimsy.
Even so, it would always serve its purpose
"For a moment more could you stay with me?"
There's an apothecary run both old and new.
One houses a family beneath bright sunlight
for the other holds a past the family outgrew.
Both houses, the love of a wife lost to change
and a husband found with a daring rescue.
Always in the end they regain one another
"Cause looks won't change my love for you."
There's a garden grown by a patient hand.
It basks in the hard earned love of two wives
that came together with an adventurous band.
Grown from dual pasts of anguish and strife
they build new dreams and make their stand.
Between expectations and freedom of choice
"Know I love you beyond anything planned."
There's a house nestled under a water tower.
It's neither perfect nor grand with tilted fences
and potted plants destined to wilt and sour.
Instead it is colorful and curious in all the
right places mimicking the owners' powers.
It's most certainly not to everyone's tastes
"Because it's perfectly, imperfectly ours."
There's a ruin of a city long lost to time.
It sits buried under mounds of ice that few can
melt and even fewer would bother to climb.
Yet it remains a safe haven for two lovers with
nowhere else to hide the truth of twin crimes.
For both horde the past and steal the future
"Because life with you is a luxury so sublime."
May still mess around with the Fjorester bit cause I'm not 100% satisfied and I plan to update this once I get a better feel for whatever is going on with Bells Hells.
