Reunion of Souls

A tired man, a warrior

There he sits alone,

Cold wind and desolate heart

In a city full of foreign souls

None too familiar to his ways,

He is a full man all his own

Yet lost and missing

Missing something far away

Out of reach but not out of mind,

A hunger fills his temple,

Consumes his anguished body

For that perfect touch so sublime,

Nothing can fulfill him

Here all alone

Far away from his true home

In the heart of another,

Time is ticking, flickering,

Wicking, crawling,

Screeching, creaking,

He longs to smash the structure

That holds time in restraint,

Let loose the seconds, minutes, hours, days,

Chaining his mortal coil from the one,

The only other Soul

That captured his beating heart,

Broken, cracked, bruised, and wretched

Bloody from the past

Now mended by a distant angel

He casts his worn gaze to the gray sky

Exclaiming out to creation itself

"How long must I still wait here thus?"

Then down he sighs roughly

Crudely watching his shadow

Cursedly stuck to him

His only ally in this dark abyss...

There she sits unalone

Crowded by the masses

Surrounded by potential allies perhaps

Shrouded in sheep's clothing

Wolves in the foggy mist waiting to strike

Another strange beautiful soul

Stuck in an even stranger land

On a lone hill of mystery

Amidst a vast, endless stretch of

Mountainous wonder

Mystical as everything was

No beauty compared to the moment

Her man, her love would arrive

In this desolate place

Freeing her from the shackles of loneliness

She would truly unfurl

At the mere sight of him standing there

Let loose her inner raging passions

But still hide it all unseen

Until the right chance arose...

He is waiting

She is waiting

For the arrival

And the start of a new chapter...

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