Erosion of the Divine

The Hierophant in astral

Rhythm chants his mystic spell
To meld, through wedlock weld,  

Two souls discrete, unique. They he now
Unites in bold alchemic fusion,

Amalgam of essences in collusion.

Where once stood two, now wind and
Water, aether, fire, all of blessèd earth,
Work their weird of transmutation.

First there had stood a sundered pair,

But now a holy whole, enchanted 'neath, Between, betwixt,
Amidst their witnesses of sacred wood.

It steps stalwart forth, a creature new,

Replete with power, purpose; pure product of its occult birth.

Indeed, the eulogy of history has but Now begun
When these two were formed to one.

 
Once Fate heard that, She, loudly

Laughing, did
Decree that, "just the two would never Do,
So let us see, if can they bump it up 

At least to three."

At least that's how the story goes. 

But, given time, this world

Can breach most any wall.

Steel or majick, or even
Fabled adamant.

The most potent spell, 

Just as crystals in pure liquid form, 

Does through entropy decay, 

Leaving all its

Parts asunder, scattered far

Without the slightest clue 

To where they really are.

Alas, though still the pair do dwell

And interact,

No love is left

Within their holy

Pact; no, nothing but a frozen Hell

Where she has her's and

He has his,

And they've both relearned what

Lonely is.