Lock and Load,
with a heart heavier than the gun
with shoulders burdened,
with the weight of what is to be done
what is to occur
and after,
with a soul blackened
by the events that once were

A stepping stone,
made for stepping on

The Villain helped the Hero be the light
by making it dark,
so that the Hero can shine bright

For even when you can’t see the sun behind the clouds,
doesn’t mean it’s not there
and just because someone doesn’t say it,
doesn’t mean that they don’t care

Love was fickle,
but the hate remained
the memories of laughter
did eventually fade

but sharp and cold
left in a corner, unattended,
the loathing could only grow.

And grow it did,
steady and fast
grow, until the love, it was eventually past

and when one lost to the other
and the hate prevailed,
love was not even a memory,
behind the resent that it was veiled