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They came together at first crow
Atop a hill all bathed
In lingering mists.
'Tis time! the ages cried,
Let the Battle be joined!
And somber, night clad hills
Strained upward at the sound.
Ten thousand times,ten thousand times,
The hills had waited-
And a time before that-
Not knowing when
the battle would be joined,
Yet ever certain it would be;
And they the battleground.
Some gazed in wonder at the scene,
As, on a gently rounded shape,
Young in comparison to them,
The protagonists took their place.
‘Love’, atop the highest point,
Clad in mantle white,
With golden belt girt ‘round.
Ready to catch the dawn in his embrace
He stood with head held high.
‘Would that he might gather strength from it.'
They sounded in their hollow caves.
‘Hate’, draped in the color of the night,
Who’s iron girdle swallowed up
Nights every drop of starlight
Still lingering in that place,
As water quickly quenches fire,
Retreated to a darkling shade
To stand with arms akimbo.
"What name bear you?"
He whispered from his Pit,
"What name to mark the spot
Wherein you fell?"
‘Love’, turned then and gazed on him
With smile and answered clear;
"Why, if by chance you win today,
No name need grace that spot.
For all mankind will know that
‘Love’ has lost
By the emptyness inside."
At these words, ‘Hate’ loosed a mighty roar,
And clouds of black came spilling o’er the crests,
To pile upon themselves in walls of gloom.
‘Love’ stood in shadow on the mound,
No dawning Sun would bathe him now
And by its light give strength.
The mountains waited in the hush that fell;
Grim sentenels upon the scene below.
The trees that fringed their slopes,
As fingers groping in the night
To catch the curtains of the clouds
And rend them so they cast no pall.
Then,’love’, in faith, still facing
Where the Sun would rise
Began to shine as from reflected glow.
One single ray of light appeared-
The thickness of a Golden Cord -
From out the piled up mass
And struck full force ‘Loves’
Clear white brow ---and angled off
To strike the recess of ‘Hates’ shade.
Caught full force by that fell beam
‘Hate’ staggered in its warmth.
The cold that gave him strength was gone.
The warmth of ‘Love’ was stronger than
The hate he’d called upon.
The clouds dispelled.
The light shone down.
And ‘Hate’ on bended knee
Swore fealty to love from then untill Eternity.
What! No mighty struggle lasting days?
No brutal clash in warriors ways?
No fear to make us kneel and pray?
No ways of warfare did they play?
Only a slender thread of Gold
Delivers us from hates dread hold.
Only the warmth of love enfold
The ice that's formed by hatreds cold
---and melt it all away........