Lion And Lioness

Born behind the golden hills, where trees whisper low,

In twilight’s darkened cradle, she carried all the woe.

Hands stained with crimson toil, blood and sweat like rain,

A heart of gold, forged in fire, yet never showed the pain.

Her tears fell silent on the ground, like ghosts beneath the sun,

Three lives cradled in her arms, her battle just begun.

She turned the skies, but each silent prayer in blood was paid,

A lioness of iron, where love and loss were laid.

He sought a freedom, priced in blood and bone,

Flesh shattered like porcelain, a battle fought alone.

The land he fought for left him empty, torn,

But from the wreckage, to return he had sworn.

The lines upon their faces tell what words could never say,

A war that stole their youth, and tore their world away.

Streets piled with corpses robbed them of their sleep,

But they found solace where the willows weep.