Sigil

The river flows steady in a trace. A boy on one shore denotes any anxiety of night, and the girl on the juxtaposing shore denotes that of day. Their recent malevolent travels together bring the "balance" to a veiled halt--one neither of them foresaw. She, a perfect collective of beauty and wisdom, and face denouncing all worry. But, his mouth leaks gassy lies. To her ear, they wade on truth, reigning in limbo--in purgatory. She won't believe them. The river flows in a steady trance, and the morning star holds it's kinetics.