The tale of two beauties

one beauty that plays the lyre, another that stokes the pyre, sounds or flames differ but the same, these beauties together the tale and the name. they met but once , remembered each other, their lives unlike , alas, entwined together, they married on the same day and died on the same, one died of sorrows another in valour's game, on battlefield of blood lay she, the other, first lies in lake to serene to bother, at last freed and shackles broken , atlast again met togheter again.