*i wish this could work into the full potential of being a mirror story to a new hevn; voice overs, illustrations, and maybe even a remix from Wirrow himself*

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note: this is a mirror RECord to wirrow's and metaphorest's a new hevn. you should read that before you read this new story

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elsewhere, lives another story

not one of hevn, nor of urth

but instead one of hell

greatly misunderstanding its worth

from afar it watches their hug

the two stories becoming one

hell stands full of fear

alone with nowhere to run

but now looking upwards

seeing hevn and urth’s embrace

hell heeds a small upset

one disturbing their tranquil space

and soon from far below

he hears something new

hevn is telling a story

amusing urth through and through

they now have hell’s interest

with their tiny story being written

the duo’s little song and dance

truly leaving hell smitten

a star floating in the sky,

begins giving light all around.

hell is now calling to them

not letting his story be out drowned

but no matter how loud

he screams his tale

hevn’s choirs will not listen

ignoring the hellish wail

now ever so angry

hell bursts from his lair

lighting the sky like fireworks

he would give them reason to care

as the mountains grew

and the meadows stretch

hell creates his own world

his own story being sketched

flames rush up from the ground

burning holes in the sky

giving no illusion of rainbows,

scorching sixty stories high

jagged rocks rise to the air

meeting the endless darkness

the highest peaks remaining flames

each day existing with out bliss

still burning with anger

hell listens to their song

hevn and urth’s creation

perfection without wrong

all around him

these stories fly

a sickening festival of life

hell’s disgust only grows

and to their home the stories float

hevn loudly singing them

while urth merely acts them out

making the fables his gems

soon as hell looks on

the once tiny stories

slowly become truths

urth making them true glories

hell smiles with amusement

seeing urth’s dark side freed

now he is now longer alone

since another is filled with greed

hevn, being so sweet

lets his friend keep his treasures

staying loyal and quiet for years,

while urth continues with his pleasures

but soon hevn speaks up

amusing hell even more

being so afraid of their games

which changed to so much more

hell listens intently

scoffed with hevn’s every request

wanting urth back and the tales to be done

hevn being nothing but an eternal pest

but urth remains strong,

embracing his power

turning hevn’s prayers away,

he whirls to create another tower

hell erupts with joy

as hevn sits alone

urth now being so strong

showing how he has darkly grown

now with a spark in his eye,

hell watches urth erect a jail

gathering up his stories

hiding them behind the rails

quietly hell ponders

“is there room for me

inside urth’s new world?

perhaps it is time to see”

and as he creeps closer

hell hears urth screech

speaking of his new reality

telling his old friend not to preach

he can hear hevn's heart

breaking with every word,

each one being a harsh new truth,

the ancient embrace being blurred

but hell uses this heartbreak

as a welcome distraction

to crawl closer and closer

to urth’s stone set abstraction

as hevn pleads and pleads

she keeps being ignored

urth continuously turning away

hevn’s thoughts being unheard

but then to hell’s dismay

urth steps down

from upon the stage,

comforting hevn’s frown

urth speaks of their old love,

the harmony, their bliss,

and now how he needs to let go

yet how their embrace will be missed

and as urth continues to speak

hell takes a moment to sit

to listen to the prose

and take in all the meaning of it

hell and hevn then silently watch

as urth begins to walk away

he leaps to the skies and then back down

hurtling to the ground without delay

and with a thunderous crash

a wave sweeps hevn up

and takes hell back down

nothing left to be cleaned up

as hevn looks down on urth

with pure tears in her eyes

hell’s eyes are full of pride

as he looks up at the skies

the three worlds are very different

hevn laying, remembering, weeping

urth sitting, thinking, creating,

and hell, happily dreaming and sleeping

while urth and hell sit,

happy and alone with their creations

hevn is the opposite

only wanting conversation

realizing that she needs urth,

that they are truly meant to be

hevn quickly travels to him,

meeting him at the eternal sea

as hevn arrived,

hell abruptly awoke,

not wanting his world disturbed

he leaves his home in a rush of smoke

unbeknownst to hevn,

hell stands by the boat,

waiting to hear what she had to sing

hoping it would be a short quote

and so hevn begins

saying her last good-bye

hell waiting for it to end

waiting for hevn to severe the tie

and so she left,

floating away, somewhat grown

with hopes for a quick reunion

hevn leaves hell and urth alone

after hevn’s tearful departure

hell finally walks up to urth

shaking his hand, saying

“hello there, I will give you worth”

and so hell begins speaking,

giving his perfected speech

holding and consoling urth,

acting like a friend, but really a leech

saying “forgot hevn,

forget your now ancient love,

i will take away your pain

i will be the one you think of

for now, you don’t need hevn

her embrace, her spark, her kiss,

she is now gone,

but I will give you bliss

you now have my fire

and while you forget

we will create

surviving without threat

with us it will be rapture

no dark hour,

only pure creation

we have true power

you will have no broken heart

and will never be lost within a crowd,

you will never feel fear again,

and our stories can never roar too loud

this is no tale,

only pure reality, not pretend

if this was a story,

it would truly never end

and now this is our beginning,

our true and pure birth

we can now start over,

a new hell and a new urth

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