Over and over again,

Is creation of darkness called unversed.

No solution to an never-ending cycle,

A sickening itch to follow the dark,

Only with the masters help,

I seek out, what felt out of reach.

My "brother" walks the path of light,

No waiver in cerulean blue eyes,

They stand by him,

And I cannot grasp reasons why.

He hears my taunts,

My calls of envy and bitter words,

He sought me out,

His other half,

To be of the same body,

The same thread fate,

To bind our wills,

The keyblade is woven,

However, our union is not.

He falls to an everlasting sleep,

As for me?

My failure to breech his heart,

To become whole,

Fading to become a mere memory,

I only wish,

In the bottom of my heart,

He would soon awake,

To complete us,

Instead of a broken mess,

Of two halves of a heart.