We began as specks,
particles of dusk,
seen in a foreign place
from centuries away.
The prophecies had foreseen it.
The oracle had spoken—
a collision so small in size,
yet so great in power
would tear the sky off its hinges
and send it crashing
through the mountains,
burying to the bottom of sea.
You were a bundle of white,
born on a boat on a summer day
as the clouds shimmered in tranquility,
and the sky reflected the sea.
I was born ****** and destitute,
with shadows so obsidian,
they claimed my soul and
set the sky on fire.
Two opposing forces like
you and me
had always been destined
for disaster.