The following is a short poem inspired by and dedicated to the woman who delivered me from the brink of self-destruction.
She was an angel seeking chaos;
He was a demon seeking peace.
All he’d known was conflagration;
‘Til feathered wings bore sweet release.
For he had a blackened soul of flame;
She had the heart to douse it.
Their union fated, smiled upon;
By forces neither doubted.
So opposite, yet so alike;
One born of darkness; one of light.
One gripped by sadness; one by fear.
Two halves brought whole; a way comes clear.
For when two beings meet like this;
Two entities that intertwist.
A soul of fire; a heart of gold;
The tale: archaic, but never old.
Transcendent yearning manifests!
As she takes his head into her breast.
He gains her peace, forever sewn;
Into his chaos, now her own.