When Light Met Dark

He was the dark, as it usually goes.

She was the light, but not her own.

He begged for her body, but not her heart.

She longed to be his, his tasteless art.

He smoked in his free time, and slept on the clock.

She dreamed of his lips, and yearned for the shock.

He wasted his life, and to no avail.

She lived it for him, and to her he assailed. 

Alone in the dark, she searched for a sign,

That he would be hers, until the end of time.

But when light met dark, the world submersed,

Those who were best, at being the worst.