The lovers can destroy the meaning behind a word,
make it so perfectly shattered
that every syllable cuts and burns
as the silver lining runs down the throats
of those who dare to quote
two Gods who travel
beyond the gray,
beyond the smoke.
She calls on the mocking birds,
He calls upon the storm.
Her two birdies cleverly fell
and his anger rose the tide.
Forget the Moon, she decided long ago to
hide.
He controls the passion, the anger, and the flame
She controls the Idea, but really is only the shadow
cast upon the floor, dancing in and out of pain.
He sacrificed his freedom,
clipped his angel wings,
and she rose to greatness,
A Hero, amoungst other things.
You see, their personality is questionable,
for they are not people, but gods.
Their action shows humanity,
conflicted and desperate,
almost too suicidal
just like man in his quest to wipe his self out.
