One Soul, Two Hearts

In the open spaces of the abyss, their lies a single soul.  In this world as others, we all suffer the heartache of a tragic loss. Whether it be a death, or a loss of someone close to you that disappears from your heart. That one soul travels far and near in search of some kind of understanding.  Hoping that one day ,he/she will find peace in a world torn by war. Death appears in every aspect of nature, freedom, and beauty. There is no escaping deaths grip, its cold ,cruel mark. Eventually, we all fall into a deep madness. The soul, in search of its lost love, falls to the floor. Knowing that her/his time is quickly fading, she/he grasps for someone, some thing to hold her/him in comfort. She/he realizes that there is no one, she/he is the last one left. The world is torn, death approaches from every corner of the world, the ground is stained in blood, and the air smells of rotting corpses. The soul finally gives up on all hope of ever finding that one person. The one true person whose everlasting love was stronger then death itself. As the soul begins to descend back to the abyss, a hand reaches out to catch him/her from falling. She/he is pulled back up through the earth, and back onto land. The heart that was broken so long ago, has been at last restored. The hand led to a body, the body led to a face, and the face led to the lost love. A treasured friend, who in the wake of madness and death, over came all obstacles in order to save what was most important to her heart. They both roam the earth now, ever free from deaths grip, together as one. One soul, two hearts.