Unlike the roaring of the sun,
she was serene, the epitome of tranquility.
Her rays were like every angel's wakening light, piercing right through one's exterior.
On the contrary, he was all the gloom and grey. Monochromatic.
His presence evoked unfathomable darkness, he was like the craters of the moon.
She was born to revive, to thrive.
He, to burn and seethe, to reduce the world to ashes.
For her, he dies every night,
hopelessly descending before day took over.
Maybe, one day, time might stop.
He'll shed his resolve and embrace the beauty of her halo.
