Black was her heart, as much as her soul,
Cold was her gaze, as frozen hell.
Pale she was, like December's snow,
Fair was her hair, reminding of sun.
Sad was her delicate face, silently screaming for help.
This world had destroyed the joy in this lass,
So she walked through the woods searching for help
Black was his heart, as much as his soul,
Cold was his gaze, as the depth of ocean.
Black was his hair, long as winter's night.
Emotionless was his face, silently hiding the storm.
Dark was his mind, sickening him to core.
This world took hope from this lad,
So he wandered the woods searching for hope.
At crossroad they froze, noticing each other.
A silent greeting started, both leaving startled.
Suddenly frozen gazes locked,
Black souls slowly attached,
Tiny cold electric shock shot them
And black hearts started drumming.
One step after another and two black souls were closer.
Both felt what they could give each other –
Hope for help and help for hope.
He reached for her hand, offering help,
She gave him her hand, giving him hope.
A clumsy smile spread in each face -
Oh, how long they haven't smiled!
Standing at a evening sunlight crossroad
Trying not to fear this is a dream,
They felt an enormous weight falling
And lightness calling.
Oh, if only this wasn't a dream,
But a dream to come true one day...