The Beginning of the End.

A wild spirit, cunning like a fox,
The protagonist of tragedy, they called her,
A thinker, stubborn like an ox.
The protector of the worlds, they called him.
His heart, a soft feather,
Her brain, a stubborn weed.
His carefully concealed naivety,
Her obvious shrewd satire,
Commenced the collision of the worlds.
Her stubbornness to know everything,
His cunningness to show her nothing,
She who carved her own heart,
He who engraved his own fate.
She who dove six feet under,
He who soared the skies,
Together they forged,
The beginning of the end.

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