In the realm where words collide,
Two souls danced in poetic stride.
He, a hawk with piercing eyes,
She, a phoenix that dared to rise.

Between the lines of stormy gales,
Their verses whispered ancient tales.
Love and anguish intertwined,
In a world both cruel and kind.

Echoes of their laughter sing,
Through the echoes of a raven’s wing.
In the silence, shadows play,
As twilight turns to the break of day.

Though the night may hold its grief,
In their words, we find relief.
A legacy of fire and frost,
In their art, they are never lost.