The First Meeting

a young man; from a singular raising
forced into manhood early in life
seeking nothing; he stumbles upon magic
in the most unlikely of towns

vices aplenty; flood the sombre streets
temptation gnawing on his heels
mother's comapnion; the source of rage
yet hate doesn't consume his soul

stumbling along; he has become numb
life goes on despite it all
yet surprise; comes in the loveliest of forms
in a defining time of his life

a dark goddess; momentarily catches his eye
glistening eyes scour his soul
the desire; to meet this beauty overwhelms
he seems almost hypnotized

fate intervenes; bringing desire to life
not that long after
eyes contact again; what is this feeling
he's shaking in anticipation

a smile; as beautiful as it is deadly
behind masochistic lips
captivating; she has him in a trance
he hopes it never ends

his soul; she requests in honeyed tones
so devilishly cute she is
slender fingers; clutching a contract
she embodies seduction

rare times; a smile plays his lip
he knew already his reply
what luck; was this he'd found
in such dark times

stony faces; scatter the halls
yet alone they do seem
silent sounds; flutter the setting
calm and composed was he

burning passion; emerges deep inside
his mind is made up
my love; this old soul, it is yours
he declares aloud

spider fingers; grip the fell pen
he had fallen
lovers embrace; the pen and fingers
something felt familiar

distant pen scratches; it is done
the bonding of two souls
the room sighs; he grins with blue eyes
he knew she was different

two souls; meet not by chance
in a world such as this
he knew; this was sure to be
the beginning of the rest of his life