Quiet waters, glistening night,
Twinkling shores, the dark knight.
She shone, he stole.
Surprised as he arrived,
She would never know his plight.
She smiled, he glared.
Solicitous, she greeted,
Callous and crude, he fumed.
She bared, he flared.
Intrepid, she met his eye,
Suddenly, he sought alibi.
She fended, he dared.
Steadfast, she stood her ground,
Relentless, he massacred around.
She refuted, he avenged.
Compassionate, she tried to appease,
Perseverant, to nothing would he heed.
She cajoled, he coerced.
Hours ticked into days,
Expressions tiredly gazed.
He salvaged to seek salvation,
In her hands which lay.
Love and Passion,
Hate and Obsession,
Future, she contained.
Present, he conceded.
A mighty heart; a feeble soul,
He was all but who she knew before.
A match never meant to be,
She grieved watch him melee.
Quiet waters, somber night,
battered shores, fallen ‘knight’,
Yet under the pale moonlight,
She reigns, her remains shine!
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