• Love is to open sky as loathing is to a pit in hell.

    When love is new it’s fragile, when it’s aged it’s strong.

    When loathing is new it’s burning in the soul, when it’s aged it cools off just a little.

    New love, or old love,

    It can change in a flash, lightning from the open sky,

    Striking it down, sending it into the pits of hell.

    Angels become demons, smiles laced with razor sharp teeth.

    Claws to cut out a heart, watch the blood run.

    Love of any kind can fade, wither and die.

    Loathing left to fester in a dead heart or soul, burns and rots with a fiery acid.

    A new soul, a new heart, a new love can stop the fire.

    From the ashes of the broken, like a phoenix, a new love can bloom.

    And the pits of hell shift and change, turning into the open skies once more.

    Love is to open sky as loathing is to a pit in hell.

    Both strong and weak, building and fading, growing and withering.