A pen and paper twirling,
in a fated trance,
it tells a story of two lovers,
in a lifelong dance.

The one is bold and daring,
leaving a deep stain.
The other one, unblemished,
absorbs the scarring pain.

In these patterns, lie a story,
of a life lived together.
Through heaven, wind, sunshine, hail,
and all sorts of weather.

Everyone can read the paths,
both of them did share,
but what is the actual toll,
on either of the pair?

The one is drained of blood,
becoming weaker as it moves.
The other trodden to a pulp
by inconsiderate hooves.

A time will come when one is spent,
the other still awake.
But neither of them have much left,
for another one to take.