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?
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