On the edge of ever after she wondered in  petrified peace
Lingering between her thoughts always missing a piece,
All was charred yet vibrant her soul two sides were weighted
Can one ever out last the other, it was time that always waited.

Would she fall if the scales tipped, like motions of a tide,
She would falter but not fall her soul caught as if now tied.
It was of Onyx and lucent morality and of a conflicting  mind.
A battlefield waged upon her flesh, her thoughts were mined.

On the edge of ever after she wondered silent each morning,
For when each broke a tear fell as if she was in mourning.