A goddess of war, A slave of tyranny, once fell in love. They said: Its not destiny; Prophesised disasters, Mismatched for hell. Bad omens, worse fate, only the devil would sell. But love hears no one but love, and the days passed by. As hatred filled the earth, and anger filled the sky. But they went on, as pleasurable moments turned sour. And war disrupted every peace, sorrow lasted an eternity. They went unnoticing the darkness, their togetherness cast upon the earth, someday the broken pieces shall take revenge. The slave gave up slavery, for the love so profound. Still unaware of harmonies, he had disrupted around. The war thus killed everyone, good and bad, no one to praise nor critisize. Their love still unharmed, with graves for their prize. They understood where they went wrong, Prophesies were'nt so wrong after all. A couple mismatched for hell, But who prevents destiny's call? Is'nt it awesome, that weird wisecracks we occasionally take for nerds, preach couples their relationship aint gonna last long, But ahhhh.....lovers....they neva listen, carry on, hurting everyone in the way.....finally to realise they were wrong....alas......the damage is done too late :'( I set this up in a fantasy world cuz I dint wanna share the true story Comments??