Puncture
A man of words fell victim to the fates.
A battlefield of horrors rank and fell.
This global war they fight with sword and spell,
And he with knowledge of what hell creates.
Through all of this he fears he mirrors the traits
And memories of terror that befell.
A single light redeems him from this hell.
He gazes wistfully; above she waits.
But woe, an impure beast has her embraced.
Opened her throat, devoured what he found.
Her heart was drained, her body left defaced,
Their young affection by his darkness crowned.
So she was entered, yet their love erased,
Consummated and at once unbound.