She speaks truth with every breath
and cuts through each discrepency
He fears he may be talked to death
but takes in stride each plead and plea

She whispers of their glory past
and says she’ll see them rise again
He whispers good things never last
he turns away to hide a grin

The fire’s burning lower now
the hearthstone cooling more and more
She stokes the last log, wondeirng how
She hadn’t noticed this before