Oct 24, 2005 20:41
The fragile essence
Of a pure soul is no more
Shattered like the broken fragments
Of a mishandled mirror
The fire and ice of the mortal consciousness
Extinguished and melted by the scorn of another
Only uncertainty remains
In the vacant lot of the heart
Begging to know what happened...
What is...
What will be...
The light of the purest soul
Cast aside by a dark entity
Eyes of red and razor tongue
Cut the Light's Own
Rifting them away
To become stronger itself
If only the Own knew
That the Light was the victim too
Maybe the Dark would go away
Back to the abyss that spawned it
To try again to win another time
Leaving the Own and the Light
In eternal happiness...
And not leave them both...
... Shattered