November 30, 2021

They fought five years ago,

Once lovers, now enemies,

Separated by a vast battlefield,

Swords crossing, arrows flying,

No one side left unscathed,

They lit cannons with their words,

Burned cities with their actions,

But now, for the first time, talk of compromise

Sweeps through the streets:

Can peace be reached?

Should I allow myself to hope?

I fear the inevitable war between the

Two empires that I both love.

Can I allow myself to believe?

What will I do if I look into the sky

And find not a dove, but ashes

Of everything in the aftermath?