Two girls walked a lonely road
Each oblivious to the other
Both wore darkness like cloaks,
One in rebellion, the other in despondence
Faces obscured in night, no stars in sight
But the moon beautified their glistening cheeks, wet and salty.
Boots crunching gravel
Low hats to hide the pain
But for one who observed
What wouldn't the eyes explain?
Each trembled in pace, troubled
Oh, if only they would cross paths
Torment might lose heart
And rest its case.
Fate, meanwhile watched, quite deeply engrossed
Evil yelled and Good stood tranquil, hesitating
What must be done or what should be done was the question.
Jet black hair, one; curly silver, the other.
Pulled up the sleeve and slashed at the wrist
Black in wrath, silver in anguish
What must be done or what should be done?
The lady still watched, unresolved
Evil raged and Good, yet calm, stood tall
War awaited, restless on her perch
Eyes glinting as weapons lay still under her scarves
Evil flew by, furious whispers in the dark
The two girls walked on
Each oblivious to the other
Both on the brink of acquiescence
Two swords shimmered and the moon obliged; glorify both it must.
They met, the swords; and followed a blinding epiphany
The boulevard coughed, then smiled-
Littered with ash, a triumphant shade of grey
Off to bed went Fate, pleased with herself.
Coincidence vanquished, receded with eyebrows furrowed in ire.
War withdrew, defeat well recognized
And the devil bowed low to virtue who simply smiled.
