She is life
  a raging heart of fire
Radiating warmth she shines
giving life wherever her touch falls
Birds fill the skies with song as she gazes upon them

He is death
cold dust in comparison
Reflecting her brilliance he mirrors
merely twisting and turning in fancy to impress
Wise wolves are heard to speak his falseness loudly


He steals
using her beauty in his own name
Poets pontificate about 'magic'
when lovers gaze upon him with misplaced wonder
Whilst mice dream that he's made of cheese, and
moths take flight to warmer deaths

He steals
knowing they will meet, and he'll hold his head in shame
For he'll be but a shadow in her light
As she warms his back again, then
all at once we shall see him truly
cowered by a diamond ring