The calming tempest

There was once a boy, a lad…
Not a knight of light and honor,
Nor a fiend in darkness clad.
But a raven dressed in condor;
Being neither good, nor bad.

He was a paradox of life;
A fire burning cold,
A stranger to the strife,
With a little touch of bold.

His soul was not in hand of God
Nor in the Devil's bloody claw;
He was between - and it was odd…
You'd stare at him with awe.

How can a human be not white,
Not even black? But grey.
He had been touched by hatred's blight
But from his path he did not stray.

He never felt the touch of love,
As much as he'd desire,
Until his heart received a shove
From an angel - future mire.

“Most beautiful and rarest eyes
Yours are” he said, smitten with desire.
“May I please be the one for you?”
He asked with heart on fire.

He did not know that, just like him,
She was a paradox of life.
An angel's face and soul so grim!
Men were like lambs facing a knife.

“No.” she said. “No, no, no, no…”
It echoed in his heart and ears
Sensing his soul sinking in woe.
But being grey, he had no tears.

However, just a little bit
His heart was colored black.
Beginning of the dark she'd knit,
For his mind suffered a crack.

“Your gaze has now become of arrows
Piercing through the strongest hearts;
You're a princess of the sparrows…
I'm not even slave to rats.

When will I be hit by love?
When will I see the light?
Is God's hand wearing a glove?
Or could it be the Devil's Blight?

When will I be dead and cold?
Or at least - alive again…
Now I feel my soul was sold
And the Devil got a bargain.

Now, don't fret my special lady.
This just means that I am free!
Shall I start by going crazy?
Or by crying after thee?”

These were the words of his new “Him”
A “Him” that chose a side.
In the darkness chose to not swim,
But to let it deep inside.

A paradox is love as well.
How can a feeling of the light,
Cast such a horrifying spell
That brings a soul – it's never ending night.