his eyes were the darkness
reflected from his soul
his heart had been shattered
left broken or cold
he was the warrior of evil
fighting for what was wrong
he came to me one night when he heard my deadly song
under the red moon we met
fell into an icy embrace
it sent shiver upon my spine
just to stare upon his face
he held me so tightly
fighting against my will
using his power to control me
all I could do was stand still
he kissed my lips
sending fear through me
making my mind race
as he watched my body
I glared at him
he saw right through
my helpless disguise
my smile made him afraid
he thought he was in control
darkened like my mind and his soul
my skin went pale
like the moon's glow
and in the darkness
my true colours did show
we stared at each other
moving closer than before
he saw in my eyes
I was not afraid anymore
once again he kissed me
this time I kissed him back
two dark souls together
both evil and blank.
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