When the lines are drawn
Silken gauntlets lay trampled
Battlefields sag in bloody words
Recognize it is time
The war has won
There's no hope of what could have been
No hope of retribution
All that remains is a smoldering friendship
Draped in a white begat scarlet truce
It glistens in a casket
This, the result of an epic fray
Between two witless, proud and defiant losers
After all,
How could a fallen angel and, a vengeful demon
Live in light of being
A double-sided coin
