True Opposite Lovers

She takes Flight
For she has Sight

He takes Fight
For he has Bite

She’s full of pure Air
For she loves to Care

He’s full of black Lead
For he loves the Dead

She imagines striking Rainbows
He imagines bloody Arrows

Together never Seen
Though are truly Keen

She wants pure Peace
He wants a Feast

Both go in the Hills
He stands on one Till
She’s on another Still

Though they are Stun
Attacked by Fond

He drops his Bow
No longer a Foe

She stays absolutely Put
Not moving a Foot