Poem of a Waif
Author's Notes: This kind of goes with a future story called, "The Waif Child" that will hopefully be up today or tomorrow.

You are my knight,
and while your armor doesn't shine
your eyes of winter's frost do.
Your hands and skin are

Like fire to their ice.

He was my monster
No,
He was our monster.
His eyes burned like fire,
yet his hands and skin were like ice compared to them.

You are my dark knight
cold and distant like a star
but like the same star
you burn with a bright passion.

A dark passion.

You saved me from our monster,
you saved me from his desire.
But tell me my beautiful dark knight
tell me please
I beg of you.

Can you save me?

Can you save me from yourself?