A boy with shiny eyes once asked: How did that fearless warriors meet? / and I said with pitiful smile, it started like this:
The world sighed and they were born with tragedy running in their hellish veins, / weeping at the glowing moon, the sleeping sky and the shooting stars. / Between bloodied knuckles and streaming tears and trembled hand. / They were taught of breaking hearts and souls, since there were no kisses since born.
They met and the angels shrieked. / Her eyes were made of fading fogs and sleepless nights and it made him wanting to draw himself inside it. / His skin was made of battle scars and broken hearts and the metallic smell on his skin hardened her soul, / and it tasted like a sweet, sugar coated kiss in her mouth. / He became a wolf, crying at the hollowness of a lonely moon in the sky. She became a killer, breaking rules and all. / They grinned endless wars, dancing tip-tap-toe with naked eyes. / They knew they were not meant to be but they keep dancing anyway.
They kissed and the red lilies hissed. / The universe inside her cracked open wide, / he was just another visitor with haunting ghosts passing by. / He promised to tell her the stories of stars, / but God decided otherwise, / then she collapsed in his arms choking blood and left a last whimper behind.
The wolf boy howled into the vacuous air and the trees shriveled / "I am no devil but why is the world hurts so bad, / its blood showering my skin and it makes my flesh burning the light." / One of the ghosts inside his head replied / "There is never a bright sun in your heart, darling. / You are made of darkness so void ran throughout your veins."