A LOVE LETTER TO THE WRETCHED TWO

Love immensed in a tale of two cities.

One held down by a curse, the other by family.

The matrix in-between suffers the unwitting connection.

Downed by the same frail strength that kept it going.

Betrayed by its very nature. Its undoing followed through by friend, foe and family.

For love. For loyalty. For trust.

For in time, the curse of the three thrust through its heart.

It had had one hell of a courage.

It paid off. But it would never forget.

It wouldn't seek vengeance. But it never stopped praying that the night befall the wretched two: One Borealis, one Australis.

It called it, it's love letter to the wretched two.

Yours Vengeful,

Equatorialis.