TWO HALVES OF ONE HEART
Two creatures once split a nation,
And there stood a torn creation:
To the North a Tiger paced,
Seeing things that no one faced.
A Dragon called the South it’s home,
There it stood, like the walls of Rome.
But war ever closer loomed
To bring the beasts to their doom.
But how can it be Civil when
Both sides shed blood, neither to win?
The Dragon fell, fire lost;
The Tiger roared at the cost.
Two became one and learned to fly! –
A Dragon with a Tiger’s eye.
S. A. Frye 2005