Only the best
In a shadowy night
when no light is in sight
stood a new, young huntress
whit the duty to fight.
Facing her, a mess
a young thief no less
sporting a provoking smirk
that filled her with distress.
Neither knew each other quirk
one dressed in torn clothes, other pure silk
staring each other, weapons brought to the test
one cold as Winter, the other a Torchwick.
But as they fought with no rest
Admiring each other jest
None accepted defeat
as both aimed only at the best
It's not hard to describe
how their paths intertwined
in that street with no light
both doing what thought right
But it is hard to understand
why again and again
they would meet on that place
and have another stand
Only knew each other face
Only spoke with their blades
But both will never forget
How both hart beat same pace
But with crushing regret
They could not have more than that
As one was a Schnee,
The other a Wick,
And both wanted only the best.
I tried to play with words and rhymes at my best, unfortunatly English is not my first lenguage, so I might have made a poor job.
The rhyme scheme used is my personal semplification of Alighieri chained rhyme used in the Divina Commedia (I could not bare to use the unsimplified version, that is waaay to hard and it works poorly in English), because limericks and sonnets...I don't know, I did'nt find them suitable for this case. Yes, some lines do not respect my scheme, sorry, it's the best I could the last stanza is deliberatly different.
Yep, the ship here is the absurd and unpopular Roman Empire [WinterxTorchwick], no mistake.
...and with that I've said everything. Reviews/critiques/grammatical corrections are appreciated. Thank you very much.
And for those two readers still waiting for my other story... I swear I'll finish it. I swear. Just give me time.