Her Light was a gentler thing Moments of lilac calmness and sunshine in one Soft brushstrokes laid on creamy white canvas Melted butter on honeyed steamed buns
Quietly, it would come in the hushed stillness of morning Creep gently and fold over her skin She let it sweep across her like velvet water Until her Light was able to cave in
Through bruised holes of mangled skin pores Past the dark spots her Shadow had made Via blackened veins and tarred tissue Life and Vitality ****** from blood where her Shadow was laid
With her Light, came hope unknown Like a candle burning weakly inside her chest And although it struggled against the veil of dark it was there inside her nonetheless
Her Shadow dreaded when her Light visited It sulked in a pile and curled itself into a speck "Get It out, Girl," It would moan to her in pained agony, "Its presence will make me a wreck."
But the girl, though she did not say it, loved her Light And so welcomed It into her eagerly Despite urgent protests from her weakened Shadow who fed on what darkness was left thirstily
And gradually, her Shadow could feel its time dwindling as her Light began to etch itself deep and the golden path of the Light was strengthened by the glowing warmth the girl's lover seeped
Thus her Light would find her insides most fitting near this heat of the girl's sweet lover Strong enough to wrap her in and envelop her and warm the icy crevices left by her Shadow's shady cover
Yet her Shadow despised the boy and his kindling warmth that acted like a bright magnet for her Light and so devised a malignant plan on its own when her Light was gone and out of sight
It resolved to inject itself into the boy and darken his insides as well Take what life and Light his pure body had stored and rid him of his internal heat shell
It lept from out of the girl's skin and planted itself tightly in his flesh It festered deep in the ventricles of his heart for several days traveled through organs as permeable as mesh
And soon his insides turned frigid as his heat could not withstand the dark His once-tender frame hardened into a rough stone His touch, so smooth, now felt like bark
The girl, whose temperament had improved after her Shadow abandoned her lightened body, saw in her lover the same glint in his darkened eyes as the ones that used to belong to she
She found he no longer had any warmth to give Worse, he recoiled from her kind-intentioned touch Her lover was as loveless as her evil Shadow which she now hated very much
And how she cried and wept for his poor, helpless soul As she knew the Shadow may not leave Until he decided (with a gun) to end the Shadow's stay on his own and left her alone to grieve
Perhaps this is how the story ends But in time, maybe it will be that the shadowed boy still has some Light of his own and with effort, it will heal his body.