Let The Right One In
A certain mixture - an ideal couple in paradise, the sky matched her eyes
And the forest's verdant vigor matched his - pretty words in cursive scriptures
Couldn't grasp this perfect picture - what their feeling within
- Is being Watched by lurking figures with strange, ethereal limbs
Fear and his twin - Love; one dark and twisted with a legion of masks
A rubix cube of false faces - that all fiendishly laugh
Frequently screaming or flashing their yellowed, razor-blade teeth
But his twin sang a melody that seemed made from the sweet
Way that archangels would greet a heavenly dame on the street
And they watch
Fear would randomly screech, a top-heavy freak that swayed in the wind
Viciously itching and scratching at the sable decay of his husk
A perfect foil to the sapient Love, and his irradiant skin
As both watched and waited for the Games to Begin..
The couple's journey progressed - faced with merciless tests
Two hearts battling emotions - it would turn in their chests
Like a ship battling tidal waves of nervous regret
Nothing is truly determined in sex - if honesty could be served like victuals
Instead of hidden away in the charades of imperfect rituals
This would all be so simple... The spirits hover above them, impatient sprites
Waiting for a moment of weakness.. waiting to strike
The game of hearts is never won with a sudden, finishing blow
It's like constructing a fortress, brick-by-brick, building it slow
And after many winters of cold, and summers of sun
The twins had ceased their shadowing because someone had won
Love had decidedly come, into the lives of the two
Fear watches, perched on a clock tower 'neath the shine of the moon
But he knows better than any - emotions hostile disquiet
And that eternal love is almost an impossible triumph
So he watches in silence, mouths cracking smiles and smug
As his dark skin becomes irradiant, exactly like Love's
& he sees Love change as well, breaking apart at all the gaps in their trust
He casts off his husk, Fear turns to Love in a sudden thunder
And his presence will go to grace and change some other lovers..
..for a time.
Meanwhile,
Tensions rise post-ring ceremony, things are different & changing
The bejewled circle is just missing some chain links
Love, he twitches and jerks, his skin blistering, repugnant and torn
And from what was once Love, a new Fear comes to the world..
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