Acrimony lived alone in the wilderness;
In hope of becoming estranged to the wicked, he fled civilization
And a nomad he became.
He wandered the world,
To find himself,
And to remember his true name.
In search of meaning, he lost what remained.
He longed for sanity;
But only found hatred, resentment, and pain.
Then entered Civility, a woman of the city he had left behind;
She was strong and filled with purpose
And beauty resounded from her small frame.
She traveled not to find herself
But to offer what she had to the world,
For the earth was hers to claim.
In her, Acrimony found the encouragement he needed
To find the path he had strayed from,
And to become Benevolence, a man without refrain.
In him, Civility found the strength she needed
To accomplish her purpose,
And to become Felicity, a woman without constraint.
They found each other by chance of a higher power;
To love and be loved,
They would never be the same.
Jordan McFarlen
