The Conquerors Poem by The Queen's Dagger

They are the conquerors.
She with her knife and he with his sword.
They fight side by side,
hoping to mend one half into a whole.

But something happens,
the impact dulling her blade.
She struggles to slash, to defend.

He seeks her out,
saves her before she closes her eyes.
He sees deep into her mind;
she learns to trust him.

Slowly, her dagger sharpens.
No longer aimed at herself;
instead she drives it deep into the demon
she no longer claims as her own.

The demon is weakened,
its black heart fading.

Both he and she battle incessantly,
but together their fire is blindingly bright.

They are the conquerors.
She with her knife and he with his sword.
They fight side by side,
mending one half into a whole