Both have lived in darkness, both afraid. The darkness consumes them twists them from the happy people to who they are. Dark and wretched, the darkness infuses them like a sirens call seduces them. “Don’t go in to the light my little ones, turn your face away from the sun. You are mine, the children of darkness. You are mine the heirs of despair. “ the darkness whispers in to there ears. It knows it sees that they can not be together, can never meet for if they do the darkness will loose it’s grip on them. Hope, bright, lovely, shining hope will pierce thru the darkness and reclaim it’s lost children.

Both were hurt, both were helpless against the ravages of time of love. That which cursed them and offered them up to the darkness that two fold sword was also the salvation of them. Love, such a simple little word, easily said, but seldom meant. Love that cursed sweetness, that despicable greatness, that power that has the ability to boon a man’s heart to uplift him to greatness can, if stripped away destroy him. It can fling him in to despair and bring him ever closer to the darkness that consumes the lost children of light. Love, as is justice, is blind. It is neither light nor dark but an odd shifting combination of both.

The lost children, the two destined ones they know each other naught, but fate twists and contorts to bring them together. Like two stars passing in the night both radiant and bright. The furious passions hidden beneath the darkness of space. So bright, so deep it hurts to look at them, the two lost children of light. The darkness can change them but it can not destroy there fire. There meeting is like the two stars colliding, sharing there souls bearing them to the other. There passion for each other burns away the masks that have hidden them from the outside world. There heat reawaking a dormant heart.

A bright dance of fire streaks across the sky as the two lost children reawaken to the light, to the hope of what could be thru the other. There fires intensify as there emotions begin to fuel them again. Darkness is pushed back and it screams in revolt. The lost children HER lost children will not be taken from the cold embrace of darkness not so easily. It fights, burning it’s hands as it trys to pull the two back in to her cold bosom. It’s to late, the fires of hope are kindled the darkness is pushed back for a while, what is hoped to be forever. The two wish to dance in the others orbit for the rest of time. Feeding off of the other letting there passion there love combine with there mates and bring the two together.

Dark strands grip the two, and doubt creeps in to there hearts. Doubt of the future, doubt of the light. To long have they lived in the darkness it’s words ringing in the back of there minds. “Turn your face from the light.” And slowly the words erode the trust the love the hope that has sustained them thus far. There souls not enough to push the darkness out of there minds, there love strong but diluted. Here darkness wins. One falls back to the cold embrace of darkness. Her mask returned, that beautiful painted on smile a figment a fraction of what her true smile is.

No one notices, there worlds destroyed ashes in orbit around a cooled sun. There passions still burn still fighting to get out. BURN THE WINGS OFF OF THE ANGLES! BURN THERE WINGS SO THAT THEY MAY FOREVER STAY IN DARKNESS!!!!! The other falls as well, the emptiness that fills him, the cold dispaire once again his only compainion. He knows the feel of the Mother Darkness all to well. All to familier, years has he spent with her death his only salvation, his only hope now as then. But to stubborn is he to fall so quickly.

He renounces the darkness pushes her away forces her to leave. He has felt what depth of love he can feel what hope he can sustain. And his companion, his fellow fallen child of light though she be lost to him it only hurts so much. His love, his hope, his light will sustain him, for that is how much he loves her. So much so that he doesn’t need her to love him in return, the depth of his love is now all that matters. That he is capable of such emotion such passion.

He grieves for his other half his other soul. Trapped in the darkness as she is. Unwilling to move away from her past, unable to conquer the fear that binds her to Mother Darkness. To stubborn a soul to admit that she’s trapped behind the mask. The wonderful woman that she was tucked away and locked in the dudgeon that is her mind. He sees this and he weeps. He knows her, for they have shared there hearts and souls with the other and spent time in the darkness. Though she may stay in the darkness he thanks her for what she has done for him. No longer will he remain hidden in the shadow. She has helped him see there is more to the world than living in masks. A return to the light he shall make and live on in her name. Not the her she is now but the her she could have been, should have been, and was when she was with him. The beautiful woman strong and kind, innocent and loving. He will carry her image in his heart and hold it as a banner to the world her mask unveiled to him. His heart still hers.

The darkness has lost one of her children, and shall never reclaim him.