Pure is love. Untarnished and untainted. A love so conflicted was never one that lasted. One that people shunned, mocked and demeaned; its subsistence was questioned. Yet they survived it all. Love like the yin and yang; alive and strong. None understood the depth of this tale. An excited murmur of a fairy tale went around. Alas, it was anything but. A happy ending was not one destined. Luna and Ares went their separate ways.
Luna looked to the sun. So bright, so mighty. Ares looked to the moon. So dark, so deceptive. Their love was quite alike. Quite yet ablaze. It lit up the darkest nights and dimmed the most furious embers of the sun. Protecting one another. An irony. A juxtapose. A paradox. They had heard it all. But they knew. They knew that they needed one another, like nature needed fire and water. Storm and silence. Day and night.
The sun and the moon once fell in love. In love, they were to the present. Never wavering. They met in silence, away from prying eyes and disciplining tongues. A periwinkle on the horizon, a sunset so beautiful, rendering them in awe. A love so profound, gleaming through the fading wisps of night light; the last of the lingering darkness, swept away as the moon sailed out of sight. Ares and Luna watched, content that they lay under the same sky; as the stars twinkled in Luna's eyes and a fire raged in Ares'.
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