She sits in a desolate room
silently weeping,
mumbling the words,
“Why the wicked heart?”

Darkness curls its mouth
into a horrid grin.
“But my dear,
you are one of us.”

Her eyes dim
as the love and life fades.
She fails to stay strong,
Her skin now cold to the touch.

Her mind is blank,
Her heart is at a pause,
yet the tears still fall,
as she knows there is no hope.

“There is no hope,”
is all she can say.
“Why the wicked heart?”
“My Darkness, why such a wicked heart?”

Darkness pauses and turns its head.
“My dear, I am you.
I am all that you fear;
I am your wicked heart.”

She lifts her head,
Stained with the tears of lost hope
And she smiles.
“You are not my wicked heart,”

She replies to the dark figure
who now stands over her
enraged and shocked.
“In fact, you are my only hope.”