Everyone is talking about the princess and knight… But what of the priest and the witch? The one born to burn, Her dark feminine urges— thirsting for power, strength, and solitude. And the other, marked by extinction, Here only to heal. Y E T when they meet— He, robed in white, swore to the light. She, cloaked at night, bound to shadows. He begged the heavens… She cursed the skies. Their love was never meant to bloom— Yet in the hush of night’s gloom, Love’s truth hid beneath the shadow of the woods. There, passion took root— Emerging, blossoming among the herbs of the forest. A curse, a prayer, a spell… all vanished Into the air of — L O V E Transforming into both healing and flames. 🔥 — Albatross✍️🕊