Haven

Of Haven and Hael, the sages do not tell,
But whisper'd hush gives life to ancient song:
Strength of the light, and mercy of the strong.

Locked in war, upon the world's lost shore;
The bound'ry twixt the shadow and the glow,
Where spirits roam and angels fear to go.

Forces opposed, a duet ever enclosed
And bound by duty's chains of blackened iron,
'Til conflict shifted, turned to passion's fire.

Upon the brink of the abyss, their kiss
Burned in the heart of death, echoed in life,
Poised, entwined, upon the edge of a knife.

There can be naught but this, hard-fought;
The balance kept, a violent symmetry,
Inverses paired to sing in symphony.

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By Pidwigeon!

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