His bare knuckles once bled through dusk,
Words incomplete, clung like soot upon husk.
Glass-confined walls with breaths so faint,
Painted in halos where shadows restrain.
Her gestures threaded past his docile veins,
Softened by warmth, loosening his chains.
She carved a smile on the edge of a blade,
Tracing the humanity his mind forbade.
She brushed the tremor along his scars,
Distilled with forgiveness amid iron bars.
His eyes wept a cry, dissolving rage to rain,
Rejected by her grace, from stone to pain.
A love that rewired the broken codes of law—
Nature and redemption were no longer a flaw.
Once gone rogue, now teeming with life,
Her touch reformed his bewitched strife.