Untitled | Rohan Markapuram (9)

So elegant and pure, 

A boy of fire and a girl of light,

Forged in molten white.

Through every crack, through every ache,

Like specs of dust pretending to be like glitter,

She turned his flaws into gold as best she could,

Until she saw it did no good. 

Mistakes, like shadows, blocked her light.

For he thought the elixir of love was in sight.

Again and again, he'd hurt the dream

Again and again, she’d mend the seam,

Believing they could still redeem.

But alchemy can only last

As much as the Sorcerer’s past,

Until the spell vanished at last.

One final blow, too sharp, too deep,

A wound so vast, that no art could cure.

His raging fire burned through her light,

Eventually, the bond lost its might.

With no magic left to mend the sins,

Some things must change, some things must stay,

Some get lost along the way,

Like the absence of love with each passing day.