Two Daggers

Two daggers,

one, darkness

laced with

glowing Spring.

Hers.

The other,

sliver lightning

curved and rounded

twisted with gold.

His.

How many days did

She water Spring in red?

How many times did

He strike the root?

Nature’s predators

forged from earth and fire,

sharp and dangerous.

 

Until they came together.

 

Clashing,

sparks flew

their hearts ignited

fire consumed

the dance began

He spun

She leapt

They collided

both burned

blissfully hot

They struggled together

and then,

collapsed.

 

Two daggers,

one, darkness,

panting red Spring.

Hers.

The other,

silver lightning

wet and dripping.

His.

Nature’s predators

forged from earth and fire

sharp and dangerous.

Two daggers,

forever together.     

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