the raging battle of low mid

In days of old, when SigChi and Pi Kappa Phi
Were known for their prowess, their skill, and their might
They clashed on the field, with swords and with shields
And battled for honor, for glory, for pride.

Their armies clashed, and the ground shook with force
The clash of metal, the roar of the crowd
For many long hours, the fight raged on
Neither side yielding, nor giving ground.

But in the midst of battle, two foes did meet
A knight of SigChi, a warrior of Pi Kappa Phi
Their swords clashed together, and sparks flew bright
But then, a strange thing happened that night.

For as they fought, their eyes met with a gaze
And something stirred deep within their hearts
A longing for peace, for love, for connection
That neither had felt since the very start.

And so they stopped their fight, and laid down their swords
And looked at each other, with eyes full of awe
For in that moment, they both realized
That they had found the missing piece that they'd been searching for.

And so it was that SigChi and Pi Kappa Phi
Put down their weapons and joined as one
For love had conquered where war had failed
And in each other's arms, they had found their home.