Renee

The fire crackled softly
Or maybe crackled loudly.
It didn't matter.
These quiet times,
Between jobs
Or helping out a friend,
Were brief and rare,
The stillness before the stampede appears.
Religion says, "Make mages slaves."
Rebellion says, "Let mages live free."
Champion and Rebel grow deaf,
For a time,
To just… be… together.
To forget their fight
As illegal mages.
Her slender hands
Run through his wheat-colored hair.
His caramel eyes
Promise devotion between every kiss.
The fire burns down to a soft glow
Before they let sleep come,
Curled up in each other's arms.
Painfully unaware
Their love that night
Had borne the answer
Of which side to take.
The reason to fight
The reason to win
Begins to grow.
A reason that,
In ten months time,
Will earn its name
Renee.