• The Warrior stands a Hero, A god.
    Standing in Light for all to Gape in Awe.
    Yet for his Glory none may lay there hands.
    An arrow trained on the mark, The Silent Goddess.
    Cloaked in Shadow ready to strike from the mist.
    Yet for her skill none dare touch.
    Twilight comes for lovers as it does to warriors and huntresses.
    In Darkness they share an embrace, A kiss, A longing touch.
    In the night, his blade for her, her touch for only him.