Friends in arms

Caught in the legions of adverse reality,
Lived two friends in utmost harmony,
Even as their lives intertwined in the muck,
They smiled in unison for their gain,
Never did one turn his back on the other,
And never did life tear them apart,
As they looked in unison at the road ahead,
It looked circuitous and perilously charred,
Should they take a leap and forge ahead,
Or just wait for the roads to clear up ahead,
As they looked at one another in tepid uncertainity,
They vowed to follow the sinuous course,
let the paths unravel itself they said to one another,
And stepped blindly into the precipice,
Lit up solely by faith in one another.
Trusting If they fell between the cracks,
They would emerge with the help of the other half,
There wouldn't be one without the other,
And so be it the end or the beginning,
For friends in arms they were always born to be.

Here’s a cleaner, more polished version of your poem, with attention to flow and clarity while preserving the themes of friendship, trust, and shared journey:

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**Friends in Arms**

Caught in the legions of harsh reality,  

Two friends lived in utmost harmony.  

Even as their lives tangled in the muck,  

They smiled together, knowing their shared luck.  

Never did one turn his back on the other,  

And life never tore them apart.  

As they gazed ahead at the road unknown,  

It seemed circuitous, and perilously grown.  

Should they take a leap and forge ahead,  

Or wait for the path to clear instead?  

In tepid uncertainty, they met each other's gaze,  

Vowing to follow the sinuous maze.  

"Let the paths unravel themselves," they said,  

And stepped blindly into the precipice ahead,  

Lit only by the faith they shared in one another,  

Trusting that if they fell, they'd rise with the other.  

There would be no one without the other,  

Whether it be the end or a new beginning.  

For friends in arms, they were always destined to be,  

Bound by loyalty, forever free.  

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