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Evil’s Fight

Black dripping from his arms
A nightmare that has come to life
He looks down at what were his hands

His eyes seek hers
Crimson meets blue
In this summer heat
His eyes scream pain
His arms ache to reach her
The thunder behind him beats like his heart

His soul is darkened from the lack of light
His heart is lost to the screams of the little demons that surround it
Stuck in a cage it still beats to the rhythm of the rain against the window pane

Colors sucked away
He faces her shielding his eyes from her light
Her arms spread automatically
Welcoming him, trying to save him
Beckoning him back to her
Whispering his name as hers seek his
Begging the crimson to fade to green
Wishing he would turn back

Pushing at the darkness
Trying to reach him
Instead he encompasses her with a soft smile
A whispered sorry

Depleted into nothing

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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