Feral beast and
scaly sinew full of teeth
Meet halfway and
greet with a growl
Circling, circling,
circling…
Both sit in silence,
stoically calculating.
One is full of
thorns,
The other
frost-cursed.
They mirror each
other's scars
Their thoughts meet
in the middle
They intertwine.
The scaled one soothes the curse
And the feral pulls
the thorns from the other's hide…
One by one.
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