When the crooked world demands a side, and faith is lost, and truths are lied, above the fracture, past despair— the perfect pair shall rise from air.
In the silence before the storm, where echoes split and shadows swarm, a bond unbroken, a vow they share— the perfect pair shall rise from there. perfect pair shall rise
Here’s a short poetic piece built around the phrase : Title: The Twin Ascent When the crooked world demands a side, and