There was a prospect once, glittering like a gem;

a hazy perception, even a possibility of ‘them’

Hope and light were easy to be found;

for they had to just wait to be crowned

The birthplace of sun and its golden orb;

a miracle making two hearts throb

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Now there is just ‘him’ and there is just ‘her’;

existing in orphan moments, so many they were

Hope is a must, but all its predictions so grim;

maybe some hope for ‘her’ and some hope for ‘him’

For they need to live beyond each other;

following their dreams, one after another

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That is his quest which kills his soul;

searching for a little hope for her, in a black hole

For her, he can create hope, out of thin air;

as love makes him a wizard, capable and rare

But for himself, there is no hope to be found;

for his wand is useless, its fate has been bound

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This is him, a wizard conjuring hope;

an exhausted soul, slipping down a never-ending slope

That is her, climbing up the stairs;

towards the stars, without any cares

May she reach the stars and may she find the light;

and may he conjure hope and be her dark knight