The Lay of Aravel and Tidron

Aravel, lady of truth and the sun,
Through her blade justice will be done.
Tidron, shining silver bright,
His bow gleaming in the night.

Together they stand against the dark,
As they fought, there grew a spark.
A love simple and pure,
Something that will forever endure.

One God watched from afar,
His jealousy hurting as a scar.
A curse did he speak,
That forever their love would be bleak.
Seldom would one see the other,
From this they would suffer.

When moon crosses sun’s flame,
Aravel will seek her love’s claim,
Tidron will grant a moment of bliss,
And they will share but a single kiss,
Then once again part ways,
Their love a never ending blaze.