There is a hazel eyed boy
who charms my heart
and fills the inside of my mind.
He's rooted in my soul.

The darkness here was fought
valiantly by his light--his
brilliant inner sun that seeks
to dazzle me so wonderfully.

It always caresses me with
its warm tendrils, filling
my dark corners until I 
feel as though I shine, too.

But there are unfound places,
tender spots in my armor,
where darkness flourishes
even as it slowly dies.

I gaze at this hazel eyed
love, and fear my darkness
has snuck into him while
he sought to help me.

And all I can be now is
quiet, frozen fear as I
hope that there is light
somewhere to help him.

For I have none of my own;
I have naught but shadows
or a lack thereof, and Nothing
cannot battle Something.

If I could shut my walls,
lock all of my closets, and
seal myself off, would my evil
enemy let him alone?