The Respective Daughters of Desire and SoulMature

A fire that burns deep within: near impossible to resist;

A sensation words cannot describe: as you melt, will you float, flying thing?

A force overwhelmingly strong: like gravity or lodestone's pull.

A shout in the silence of Calm; a knife running Virtue's heart through.


A cool stream that rushes through life: the current that underlies all;

Half muffled by agonised screams; half drowning in Misery's tears.

The song of the Light and profound: the piece on Destiny's board.

Will any recall you, young Hope? Will anyone share your dream?

The End

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