The Silencing of the Word Masters

A mistress of words,

Closed off and cold-hearted.

The tales she weaved

Told of anger and sadness,

Deep from the center

Of her broken, twisted being.

One day,

She met another.

A mirror image of herself.

A word master.

She moved to speak,

But found herself to be silenced.

Her words hung in the air,

And she sank to her knees,

Powerless.

He took her hand,

Pulling her from the ground.

The two stood there,

The equilibrium of their power

Leaving them in a standstill,

Trapped in a world

All of their own making.

And none could bear witness

To the silencing of the word masters.