A ballad lost in time

He stops time with the wave of a word
And all around the tales unfold.
Stories that were lost in time for ages
That were sometimes told in the days of old.

He sleeps through dark times lost in thought
dreaming up silvery clouds, almost hearing a distant call.
That voice so heavenly, achingly longing and lost
that bids a hero to break her fall.

He breaks his slumber, he hears her voice
he breaks though the fiery courtain that traps her mind.
His mind serene despite his stride so fierce
despite feeling the death of that life he leaves behind.

Lost is pain, lost is the cry, lost is the longing of the fragile mind.
The hero holds her, the woman faintly sighs
and the thoughts that echo from her soul
make ripples through the universe
like a beautiful
aching
if ever so slightly
sorrowful
song.

Love will grow

Seems like the only logical thing at this point...

World... BE GONE!!