Beauty And Beast

His love for her,

Was one of its kind,

Not of sugary words,

Or deep sated sighs,

Not that turns you in mush,

Or makes you starry eyed,

Their love was kaleidoscope,

Of pieces of sadistic mind and twisted heart,

He was the darkness in her moonless night,

She was the dusk of his breaking dawn,

He was the sinner and she was the tainted soul,

Breaking the other to make themselves whole.