He was opportunity, a fresh blank canvas.
                    leaving the artwork to her imagination.
She poured herself onto him leaving
                    everlasting evidence of her existence.
He learned to love her remnants of ink as his own.

Her hands were capped with the soot of her past
                     like charcoal-burnt regrets that wouldn't wash away.
Through all her stresses, he saw form a diamond.
                     risen from ashes of melanoid memories
to become his pearled future.

Now there was never a pair so oxy-moronic
                       as the two who lived in perfect dissonance.
With his heart so pure for a soul so tainted
                        they were one as black and white.

yet their love was never grey.

In the darkest outlet
of the Universe
A silent corner filled with
deep tenebrosity and
flowing energy
Streaming particles
Omnipresent
A single star flickers

Enter it,
and you shall find
the secrets of the
Cosmos themselves
The stories of every
lost treasure
forgotten memory
uncertain question

You will first see
a claret door
with a golden handle
The Door of Lost Souls
And as you reach out
your (almost)
invisible hand
covered in stardust
and gently wrap your
ghostly fingers
around it
it opens
Soundlessly

Impossibly tall
blue glass windows
leaving nebulous
light in
almost every color
Shelves piled
with brittle parchment
and shelves
stacked with books
ancient as time itself
The bones of the
creatures who once
ran through the stars
and lived in overcast Nebulas
hang from the ceiling
with red string
The walls were once
created from moon dust
and cosmic light

You may stay
(become a
prisoner)
In the library,
learn all the missing
fragments you’ve wondered
About during your
past.
But there is one question
The library cannot ever answer
Will you ever leave?

For there is another door
at the opposite end
of the Library
past the mysterious books
and scrolls covered in dust
The ominous black shapes
drifting in the corners
and dusting the shelves
It is the color
of the darkest ink
with a silver ****
that makes a sound of ringing
bells when you turn it
This is the path
To the afterlife

Some stay in the library
slowly morphing into
the melanoid caretakers
Library ghosts.
And some
move on
To the next life.
When you enter
The Door of Lost Souls
and wander into
this nowhere place
you will have a choice.
Choose wisely.