Perfectly Out of Sync.
Poem for Hawkfrost and Ivypool, I really just love that pairing! Okay this poem is, like, going to suck. Please, keep the flaming to yourself! After all I did try to warn you!
The hawk and the ivy.
Tangled, together.
Never to be freed.
He is the wrong to her right.
The fire to her water.
The death to her life.
They are perfectly out of sync.
Yet, they found love in each other.
A love too strong to be broken.
A love that can survive the test of time.
The test of differences.
He is the cloud to her sun.
He is the hate to her love.
Perfectly out of sync.
Their love is so strong, not even the wing of the dove can break it.
Nor, the star of fire.
Or the blaze of the lion.
Not even the feather of the jay can stop this love.
For it is unbreakable.
The hawk tangled in the ivy.
The ivy tangled in the hawk.
Perfectly out of sync, they always are and always will be.
Perfectly out of sync.