She touched his heart, but just the once,

to see if he was real.

It bled, it beat, and through it all, still he

could not feel.

His eyes were cold, his lips pressed tight,

his throat without a voice.

A mighty man, who fell so far,

alone without a choice.

She pitied him, thought them the same,

beautifully broken and fatally flawed.

How wrong she was, to let him in,

past her steely walls.

He stole her life, her very soul, and all her

inner light

Succumbing to the bitter taste , she let

darkness win the fight.

When he had gone, and she was bare,

exposed for all to see.

She cut upon her sunken chest and ripped

him from her being.