Ruby were the lady's eyes,
And fire was her hair.
Destruction was the lady's voice,
With innocence on her face.
Ruby were the lord's eyes,
And burning coal his skin.
Fear was in the lord's tone,
And mystery his hands.
The lady was but a child,
But her scope was wise like age.
Though one continent she'd only known,
Understanding she could claim.
The lord was ancient beyond time,
Yet his views were like a child's.
Milleniums to learn and grow,
But black and white was all he knew.
The lady had complexity,
Her angle never known.
Her bargains tight, her actions wild,
Her attitudes shifting, fickle.
The lord had one set goal,
You could always predict his end.
He strove to complete a single task,
And never did he bend.
The lord, he spoke of destiny,
Which was all the lady sought to change.
The lord, he talked of responsisbilty,
And the lady walked away.
The lord, he spoke of wealth,
But the lady spoke of friends.
Then the great lord spoke of love,
And the lady came back to him.
Ruby were the lady's eyes,
As were those of her lord's.
Ruby were their children's eyes,
And then ruby took the world.