Glancing outside the frosted glass,

Transparent, unique snowflakes

Drifting in the middle of the winter

Lifeless and cold on the outside,

Empty and dark within the heart.

Catching glimpse of a spark

From the remains of the dying flame

Just that speck of light, was enough

To create chimeras of her Dark Angel,

Who had only appeared in her enchanted dreams.

Who is buried deep, deep

Deep inside her soul.

The solitary genius, once resisted, but

Pain is just a meager part of his fate.

Hatred is always there when he closes his eyes.

Hatred which swells like a beast.

Everyone shuns away,

Despising, fearing him.

No one dares to befriend such a person,

Until she came along.

When

Their paths crossed,

In her heart, she saw her

Prince in peasant's clothes.

In his mind, he only drowned on

The light of his Guardian Angel.

I'm sure you will know the plot,

But every story has a twist, of

The unknowns and the unexpected,

The sorrow, grief and betrayal.

Memories flood like cold spears,

Leaving her shattered heart in tears.

Deploring. Mourning, isolating from

The cruel reality,

The harsh truth

Think herself as a burden,

Yet another brilliant, white rose,

Plain but pure,

Wilters away under the cold ambiance.

Yet another shimmer of hope

Dashed

Under the awakening of sensibility

Longing for him, the Dark Angel,

Who offers her nightmares and emptiness.

Please, he scoffed at himself,

Just accept reality

Cruel, corrupted, materialistic world

Carefree, dreamy fantasy land

Two places which are

Worlds

Apart

There's never a time he shed a tear,

But indeed true love is just an illusion,

But indeed his heart was

Shredded

Apart…

Two contradicting paths.

Too far to be called destiny,

Too close to be called fate.

Intertwined in a series of tight knots

Always changing, just like

The drifting clouds.

He has closed his eyes long ago to the light,

His only possession lies in the darkness,

Which is none other than hatred.

Gazing outside the crystal clear glass,

Petals and the singing of forest animals are

Drifting though the fresh, spring air.

Carefree and fearless on the outside,

Tattered and torn on the inside.

Catching glimpse of a beauty,

From the bloom of the morning glory.

Just that petal of life, is enough

To create dreams of her realistic world,

Which only snaps her back to reality,

Where her aurora truly lies,

Deep inside her soul.