The smiles of both the girls would haunt your memory forever.
Grace and Destruction, they seemingly had no name but the dinamic duo.
Their title, if questionable was the right hand man of the man upstairs and downstairs.
The reason why the two legendary figures never had to meet. The reason why nothing was perfect, was because they chose two imperfect beings.
Laughter subsided.
Smiles rose.
Glances downcast.
Why was everyone so afraid?
What gave them the right to be?
As each one went into their office a heavy sigh was released from everyone. Even the two girls.
To act as if enemies.
To act as if they were more important.
It was tiring.
Especially after hundreds of years of it.
Conversations started once again.
Lively laughter echoed through the halls. Small smiles from the workers lifted everyone's spirits.
But for them all they could ask for was a little friendship. Being in solitutude was there own personal hell.
Never anew.
Same old routine.
Never anything interesting.
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She Is Grace, I Am Destruction
PoetryA new start to a new year. I decided to finally publish this book. This has been one of my most kept secrets of mine. Destruction and Healing at its finest
