The World Burned, But Not Her

He, the darkness, with a heart of stone, Fell for an angel who stood alone. Her light was pure, her gaze divine, Yet her heart refused to intertwine. His love turned bitter, his soul afire, A villain consumed by unquenched desire. Spurned by love, his wrath took flight, He set the world ablaze in the dead of night. Cities crumbled, and skies burned red, Yet around her, no flame was fed. Amidst the chaos, she stood untouched, By the man whose soul her love had crushed. She saw the monster, but not the man, And he burned, bound to his tragic plan. For love unreturned, his vengeance grew, Yet his heart still beat for the angel he knew.