Him

And he had stars shining in his eyes! His constellations lit my world More than the rising sun could ever do. His name meant to be chosen And i chose him. Through and through the haunts, That he named fantasies. He pronounced his world dark. His truths were so stark. Ambiguous, his little story was The protagonist or the antagonist He could be portrayed as both The wrath his silence brought It was a stormy night Something so in front Still away from the sight.!!