Poetry
The dark is what's unknown, for no mortal can sit on it's throne. Surrounding light with end.
He walks into the Castle fearless and strong and leaves with all of his thoughts of wrong still within him.
As this darkness has a holy gem. In the heart of darkness there belongs light, for it is the beginning with no end in sight.
She enters with no power, no gift. With nothing to offer she's shown a rift.
For everything is nothing and nothing is eternal she walks in to forever and steps back as a mortal. With in her arms is a four hearts, drenched in sin as brought to the gem it's clensed for her most loved Kin.
She leaves confronted by the boy before seeing his eyes were filled with horror.
His soul Craving blood and gore, holds his hand out for a heart.
She refused as he has no need to start.
With out emotion he stood in place with a tear on his face, with a heart broken he never died again.
She walked off to her Kin with a new sense of purpose, she would showthem freedom and love for all things, whilst the presense stood by with hope of it's end.
She waited for them the claim a heart and soul, for they must change the broken heart to whole.
