A heart hurts, harmed the Harellan.
Clever and kind, doing the People proud,
A Hero that turned the trickster’s twire,
A lover that livened his lost desires.
The story starts with a stir in the sky;
Heavens hexed, the hero arrives.
A Magister too, yet his matter minute;
This tale is about our lovers two:
The famed trickster and thunder, toil and trouble;
Fen’Harel and Inquisitor, Dread Wolf and First,
Solas and Lavellan.
A love like no other.
Her mark malevolent a mortal mortifies;
His magic helping, healing, making whole.
The rift restored, a cheer, a landslide;
Tarasyl’an Te’las, Skyhold, home.
In dreams he came, a guide, a kiss;
A dance, a song, Solas and Lavellan.
Realize she’s real, an inevitable remiss.
The rebel to his passion now a slave.
Ar lasa mala revas, hope for happiness.
Beauty, freedom, dread for not deserving.
Her face bare, his heart enclosed, loved, hurt.
Separate. Solas solemnly sorrows.
Final fight, the menacing Magister’s end;
The orb obliterated, the sad Wolf scarpers;
Final words, those of undying love.
Her heart hurts, harmed by the Harellan.