A white marble table
With blood-shaded veins
Had me see our fable
A survivor of thunderous rains.
A story of companionship
That endures through time,
A touch of a lip
Made me want you to be mine.
There once was a jackal
That from the desert moved
Away from the burning shackle
To a land of feelings nude.
The jackal met a weasel,
So tiny and fragile,
And unlikely as it may seem
They ignited a lethal fire.
Thus History was written
On the alb glowing snonws.
The ices shan't forget
The love the wind blows.