She gazed at the light dispassionately,
As if it had never meant the world to her.
She thought about the years past,
Forever since she had held him in her arms.
She wondered what had been so wonderful about him
That she'd felt that she couldn't live without his love.
He had been unknown to her,
Just another puzzle in the mystery of life.
She later learned that mysteries
Aren't always meant to be solved.
His enigma, once discovered,
Was not a joy to behold.
It was a terror to run from in fear.
What love of hers could be
Such a maniacal devil?
This one was a detriment to
All who had contact with him.
He was the scourge of the world,
The vomit of society.
Well-spoken as the mood befit him,
Charming as the inkling to be so.
He chose his way, and received
His just desserts in the long run.
Some people, you just can't break;
They only bend.
That she would in turn break him,
Was the very end!
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