He was the sulky god of Emo;
She was a trash princess from the wrong side of the tracks.
They stayed behind, long after the others had left
And watched the grey skies turn
To lurid night.
Neither spoke --
They had no need for words.
He took out his panpipes
And played and danced,
Almost, it seemed
As if his Life
Depended on it.
Perhaps it did.
The trash princess smiled kindly on the god of Emo.
And when the sun finally rose,
She gifted him
With a kiss.
~ End ~
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