The last favor
He was the withering darkness
She was the one with lively light.
He loved, for the doom.
She loved him...the doom.
He thinks of himself as the dark nights...
She thinks of him as the need for light.
He thinks of himself as the end.
She thinks he is the need for the beginning.
She lived a long lonely life.
He extended a hand out of his despair.
She never clung onto someone,
He mischievously asked her to cling on to him.
Tying a red thread around her wrist,
he sealed the cruel promise.
Be the beloved or be the dead.
Disappearing was the only truth.
She thought she was unlucky
So, he called out her name with a loud affirmation.
She wished to live...
So, he loved her enough for her to exist.
Fate is cruel,
It is both misery and luck.
Love is a rebellion...
Forever is a gift.
