Hikari and Yami
Dark and silent is the room
The occupant inside obediently quiet
Snow white hair of an angel's wing
Covering a tear-tracked face
Dried blood streaked on the pale ivory walls
Crimson footprints staining the carpet
Shattered glass dispersed upon the ground
Tips and edges dyed red…
Chocolate brown eyes screaming out sorrow
Cut and bruised lips shut tight in pain
His battered, wounded body lying on the floor
Crying for release
His innocence taken, his spirit broken
His angelic hair dyed in claret
The spark in his eyes long gone
Never will he be the same
When he looks in the mirror at his image
He sees beyond his pale, sad face
Someone who looks almost like him
The cause of his pain and agony
The other side, the other half
One of maliciousness and greed
He is like his soft-hearted twin
But only with eyes of cold, hard frost
His grin spells cruelty
His fists show no emotion or regret
Burying themselves in the other's body
His face a well-worn mask
Cut, bleeding, and abused
Blood-red misery pouring to the ground
When the torture is done
He is left alone to remember
Spirit of the Ring
Ancient spirit of Egyptian magic
He controls his host's body by force
Leaving the other locked in the dark
Over and over the fallen angel cries
Screaming for deliverance
But knowing if he had the option
His "other" would take over
So instead he waits with patience
Hoping his "other" will change
Change and stay for the better…
He hopes he'll turn and have a good heart
Pain over the years could soon fade away
And maybe then…
It will all end in peace