She sleeps beneath the sunlit gate,
Bibi Mariam gleams in lover's wait.
He sits below the watery grave,
Kale JamJam recoils the forbidden wave.
For power, for lust, and all that exist,
A legend, a myth, too strong to resist.
She whispers through fog, a metallic muse,
He hums in depths where shadows refuse.
She bathes in light, her story untold,
He slumbers down with secrets to hold.
Yet in the gallows of iron and tide,
Their love persists where stories reside.
Together they shaped the endless time,
Guardians of the land, a benevolent rhyme.
Blessed by the kings, prayed by all,
And yet through the years, they stand tall.