dark, brooding, and mysterious
he builds a wall of steel to shield himself
black, obsidian eyes to the soul
calm like the first rise of dawn
on waters stilled as the dead.

love he has felt, very briefly in his life
his very existence not his own
but like a pawn on a chessboard
dispensable like the rest.

but then, she came along
ferocious like a lioness
the breathe of sunshine he never had.

she gave him the gift of hope
for now he has a reason to live.

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