Love Beyond Fates
A Poem of Tarak, Marco, and Max


In twilight’s hush, where realms entwine,
Three hearts beat out a sacred line.
Beyond the veil of blood and flame,
Love lit a spark no fate could tame.


Tarak, born of heaven’s light,
And hell’s own fire, fierce and bright.
A Nephalem with wings half-stained,
In silent war, yet love unchained.


Marco, wild as moonlit howl,
With fur and fang, and tender growl.
A werewolf's soul in human skin,
Love tamed the storm that roared within.


Max, whose blood held dragon's roar,
And wisdom from an ancient lore.
A Dracotaur, both flame and flesh,
With scales of gold and heart so fresh.


They met where stars and shadows kiss,
In realms that gods and mortals miss.
No prophecy nor sacred law
Could bind the love their hearts foresaw.


Tarak brought calm to Max’s flame,
While Marco danced through love’s wild game.
Max cradled Marco when he feared,
And Tarak held them when skies teared.


They kissed in silence, laughed in war,
Built worlds that sang forevermore.
Not angel’s code nor demon’s curse,
Could write them out the universe.


They were not meant by scroll or spell,
But still they rose, and still they fell—
Into each other, soul to soul,
Their hearts the forge, their love the goal.


Three bound as one, by hand and breath,
By life, by pain, by fates, by death.
And when the stars began to fade,
Their love remained, still unafraid.


For gods may sleep and time may break,
But love like theirs no world can shake.
Not beast, nor flame, nor winged regret—
Could end what destiny forgot to set.