Haphazard Mistakes

[x]Dead-Stale-Endings[x]:

Her icy glare grants permission to start the war of good
Her dreams are shattered, as the horse takes another step
The usual flow of her muddled brain was stemmed by the freeze
Her last decision peformed an act, like never before
Frayed musings complete the course, jagged and serrated
Good and evil were separated at birth, but combine as one

His commands seem to disappear into thin air, as he shouts
Lonely and scared, the only way to go on is to fight her
The slums part as his stallion strides through, until he spots her
Just a glimpse can set him off in haphazard tears
Guns shoot, arrows fly and vicious tongues gear up for meaningless gossip
When he comes around, her face will shine triumphantly towards him

Their fantasies seem destroyed and redundant replies take over them,
Their abandoned methods lie on the dirty floor, misunderstood and dirty
Age doesn't matter, the gap between them doesn't need to be filled
The years of chronic headaches, and cliché heartaches seem worth it
The world stops in their pace, have they really united as one?
Helping each other seems the reward they deserve in this life