The Meeting of Light and Shadow

Upon the edge where woodland meets the plain,
Two fates entwined, their forms in twilight stand.
The Queen, her gaze as steady as her reign,
With blossoms crowned, the fairest in the land.

From forest’s gloom emerges power untamed,
The Witch, her robes of night and stars adorned.
Each sovereign holds a realm, both unashamed,
Yet neither finds the other’s presence scorned.

Between them silence hums, a fragile thread,
As frost and bloom their solemn pact renew.
No word is spoken, yet so much is said,
Their mirrored strength both ancient and anew.

A fleeting glance, a turn, a quiet vow,
The balance held, no need for battles now.