*Free form, Satsi:*

She is not a girl but
a storm with skin.
She is an
anthracite fire
and she burns and she burns
and she burns everything around her
silent
screaming
to make herself a world
of crumpled paper and ash
to make a world
where she can exist.
Because she does not know
how to live in a world
without war
and pain
and love -

that repeats.

repeats.

and tears.Them.apart.

-and then there is her again,
a girl not a girl,
and her boy
who defines her
her blood
and his bones.
He combs the glass out of
her hair
with his fingers
and they share silent, shaky half-smiles.
She is not a girl
but a hide of life war,
and in her soul is written
an endless night, of scars.and.stories.

but Their tiny, selfish dream still remains:
that they will endure to see another morning
if they just accept their sins
and the pain they bring.

This time

this time

She walks with him in the Stars
and They fight
all storm and
anthracite fire.

The window brought warmth
The warmth brought happiness in
The Light was comfort

The order of light, fight
The dark side, they try
To stride in the evil force

We will endorse the force to protect the
light and gray for the might of
the ray of pain and and gain

Of evil the dark side
of the force evil will
know we will always protect

Eternal being
Brightness all around, today
Never to away

A flash cuts the dark
Every horror is revealed
Light has saved us all

Light whether from the
moon or the stars think it true
but that is no moon.

Dancing beams of sun
Raining from the sky each day
Shadow leaves for night

Shadows disappear
Light rises like the morning sun
Darkness on the run