He's a pristine templar,
never to die.
God commands him.
She's a dirty heathen
chasing thrills.
The Goddesses guide her.
All the history books tell us they should hate.
Him chasing to capture her,
her running to stay free.
But there's a fire in her soul that pulls her back.
Her love for him, unforgiving.
They were never supposed to be together.
Every odd against them.
But,
He knows her like no other.
Able to calm her with a single word.
Making those embers burn bright.
Her reaching for the Templar in the dead of night.
She'll always be his Heathen.
Chasing him to call him her own.
Templar and Heathen
Up by dawn, deviously grinning as the chase begins again.
Knowing they got each other but still running.
The sun will set as they settle, falling in each other’s arms to sleep the night away.
The moon is the only one that knows their secrets
Beams casting down on their sins.
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