Across feilds and plains

Two warriors flew

To meet each other

In a world made anew

What they would find

Neither knew

For tides are unyielding

And merciless too

One’s armor was black

Sleek as night

The other’s white

With dazzling light

Both shown with blood

Swords at their sides

They fought their way across

This merciless tide

But the tide swept strong

And red filled the air

Of armor of night

And dazzling wear

Flowers of thorns

And bloodied petals

Used their vines

To mercily mettle

They carried the night

And dazzaling stars

To a barren field

Where they their own could win

So the night and the stars

Reunited at last

To grasp each other

Together in the grass

They cried to each other

And their tears soaked the ground

As the night and the stars

Retuned to the sky

Yet on this field

Barren with blood

Sprung flowers of many

And many to come