Puddles Of Solidarity; Petals Of Discord; Silver Mirrors; Two Wars
Puddles Of Solidarity; Petals Of Discord; Silver Mirrors; Two Wars
On opposite sides of a blossoming tree of pink, one stood, one sat;
Rain clouds gathered in the sky thundered and glowed, droplets thick and fat;
Feet encased in sandals, upon the grey, clear pools, they splashed;
Reflections of black boots, within the wet mirror, clashed.
Shadows of one another, dark hair rippled towards the right;
Faded curls drawn to the left, he walked forward in the light.
The cascade made the petals fall, soft, fragile, a fleeting life;
Both clasp their hands around the damp mauve, death slashing with a knife.
Warriors, compatriots, a friendship bloomed aeons ago;
The enemy, the crows from the heavens, chipped away the bond in one go;
Two halves of the same heart, one died, one forgot how to breathe;
Images washed away by the downpour, the destroyed sheathe.
One beast, dead, continued to resist; the second self, listless, slept dormant;
Killers of each other, never forgot how to growl, adamant;
One-half volcanic, consuming all, the other flickered, ragingly blue;
Hatred shackled them, the chains had a strange hue;
The first half, a reservoir of pain for the second;
Eyes dulled over a decade, and new friends beckoned.
The migratory ravens returned, the brilliant flame and the silver candle turned whole;
A greater fire, an immortal soul;
Smiles and tears entwined, endless arrows and stab they could bear;
In the face of one’s demise, the other could grin, not tolerating the floods of many a year.
They witnessed horrors, their essence could never be of gold;
Silver, the thread connecting life and death… Undying till eternity turns old.