Passion over distance
  Liquid drops
    Heartbeat stops
  Foolishness I know,
This I do not.
  Angelic stardust
    Against her pale skin
  Comets shoot
Through liquid green eyes.
  Black holes in places
    Only me and her devils know.
  Not oft is the sinner
Called to save a saint,
  Demons misunderstood
    Still try to do good.
  Sometimes the heroes
Hoist up darkened flags
  Darkened brows
    Darkened souls;
  And in those places the light
Shines brighter than before.
  For tis’ nothing but comet dust
    Against the black holes
      Of the soul.

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