Souls Torn By Flame it's our souls

His foot limped while he was trying to run with his life for the remaining strength in his worn-out body, which was embroidered with thorns.
His blood fell like a heavy rain from those wounds caused by the one behind him, so he had nothing but groaning in pain and moving forward quickly, until he heard the sound of his body hitting the ground without his awareness.

That smoky body moved, flaming towards him in a swaying manner, he did not hear a sound from it or smell it, it only flared up and sent its smoke towards him.
A smoky haze clouded his exploding eyes in fear, making him panic even more.
So his body flopped on the wet ground like a lamb being slaughtered.
He felt death approaching when the picture drawn became clear of a woman tilting her head and smiling at him in joy, to know that he had become cursed so that he could ride on the coals side by side with her.

She moved closer to him and whispered in her velvety tone that sent successive shivers inside him:
_Men's hearts are really like a pendulum.

The other fell back in fear, almost crying, for the other to follow:
- Didn't they tell you before that good is a woman... and evil is a woman.

The other's tears fell while he was rubbing his hands against her, asking for forgiveness, but what was in response was a loud giggle that made him more terrified.
Seconds for everything to turn into ashes and every being released in that dark middle of the forest evaporates.