Ch 333: Psychotic Love.

She swam in glass, beneath his eyes,

A fish of golden hue, daring the skies.

She's psychotic but her love is true,

Returning as a woman, he once knew.

Her voice is charming, laced with fear,

Erasing anyone who claims him near.

Her master, her moon, her sacred flame,

A heart that beats tuning to his name.

Once a mermaid, now a complete soul,

Yet darkness thrives where love takes toll.

He bears her smile, she bears his pain,

Together they fall like silver rain.

In bloodied grace, she guards his breath,

A kiss of love, a vow of death.

He dares not run, nor break her trust,

For in her love, he sees his rust.