Sword lifted in silence,
breaths laboring free -
a warrior of truth
kneels before his past.
Tearing tradition from armor,
axes glinting in pale hands -
a warrior of two faces
descends before her future.
Their gazes meet
across a firelit clearing -
an encounter foretold by curses
and false gods.
You know me, he said.
You always have.
You know me as the wind
knows the trees.
You know me like the eagle
knows it's shadow.
A flicker in her gaze,
a hesitance -
remembering a life that was once hers
gone forever.
I do not know you, she replied.
In this life or a past one,
for the wind has never once danced through me,
nor has an eagle flown overhead in greeting.
Your world is a stranger to me.
An evergreen glow leaked from her irises like tears,
her glittering axes held high overhead.
Her shadow fell over him, but
he dropped his cruel sword and
lowered his head.
He whispered to that shadow,
his voice tender and familiar:
You will know me
in this life,
or the next.
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Oh, this is striking, so much said and even more unsaid, leaves a lingering in my mind. Love how you build up a little on these two characters, without giving too much away. It's great. Thank you for sharing this one!
Beautiful and ominous