Matching wits,
Sparring for the first point.
Obscure references,
Feigning innocences,
Does this dance have longevity?
Or does it peak like a supernova; only meant to dazzle and illuminate for a short time?
Push and pull
Two dominant spirits trying to fit on a tightrope
One must concede;
Some sacrifice made without words,
Only worth the possibility of a souls marriage.
But if the gamble should fall short,
The sky will see an explosion of melancholy
As pain sears a blinding trail through darkness
Before it fades out.
No, this will not have a Shakespearean ending-
Leave the tragedy for others.
