Hollow darkness had long entered his lost soul.
Tear-swollen eyes and drunken stupor are all that remains of his anguish.

Such time had past since his failed love had dwendled,
like a blazing candle in the night.

But wait, are his eyes failing him in their blurred gaze,
Or do they stare upon a tangible image of beauty.

Beauty she was and grace too, as seen in her silouette.
Perhaps she was the one, the one to absolve his past transgression,
to forgive him of the scandalous sins of old.

She wore her innocence like a cloak ever protected
from the world's lusting temptation.

Perhaps her goodness could mend his broken dreams,
perhaps give his life rebirth.

Perhaps, perhaps she was the One.