Fire and water, Tsunami and blaze in the forest, Love is now broken, The thief and the knight, the fighting gone global.
Because sand of the sea doesn’t match with the mountain’s snow. Wolves don’t like oaks. Just one month they loved one another, But can’t tell what for.
And it’s nothing but their pain The knight is busy getting drunk with dad, While the thief is not done bleeding Because his called him things real bad.
Now that they switch to blade which they throw, but the both miss on purpose, “why won’t you **** me?”, “ I can’t stand the thought or your blood running cold before mine does”. That was the answer and an air kiss.
End of storm, Back to rivers Waters go. End of fire Black as saints’ hearts, That’s how grass fields now glow. And they lay down On them, blessed With ache all over Their bodies where dreams flow. And there is a painting On oaks wolves painted Using the sand and the snow.