Star crossed lovers

He was the epitome of raging inferno
for an untrained eyes at least.
A beautifully scripted Gothic tale with demons and dragons and all the mighty beasts.
A monster ruling his lair with his idiosyncrasies
deliberately enforced to offset a candour.
He had some chinks in his armour
glossed over by a tainted sheath.
He was an eyesore,  but worth saving.

She was the epitome of tribulations under control
A refuge to emotionally destitutes.
She was the bundle of oblivion
who embraced the thrill as it came along.
Armed with conscience and age old wisdom
yet venerably gullible at the same time.
For her darkness was the blend of colours
and light a canvas to draw upon.
She transcends at embracing.

She wasn't a helpless damsel in distress
He was no knight in shining armour.
Everything he failed at, she excelled.
Everything she was not,  he impaled.
Their paths crossed on a day of doom.
He with his felines and aesthetics.
She with her love for acrostics.
He with his out of proportion semblance.
She with her noteworthy temperance.
Both intimidating in their own way
and an eerie mutual resemblance.

They spent their nights under the stars
together at two dimensions.
He was perfectly fine with chaos
and she with the numbing silences.
Prolific progress pointed towards poignant promises.
And everything remained standstill
when she closed her eyes in defeat
and his remained stark awake.
©srijaprasita