World's Divided

Beneath the sun of Wakanda’s skies,
And Ororo's winds where freedom flies,
A love ignites, both fierce and tender,
Bound by duty, yet hearts remember.

T’Challa, king with a panther’s pride,
Storm, a goddess, with clouds as guide.
Their worlds collide, yet paths diverge,
As love's sweet song meets fate’s stern dirge.

Through shadowed halls and whispered vows,
Their passion blooms, yet fate allows
A fleeting touch, a stolen glance—
A dance of hearts that can't advance.

For duty calls with a heavy hand,
One rules a throne, one heals the land.
Yet in the storm and in the night,
Their spirits meet, a hidden light.