The dark knight and his mistress

His pants hung down to new lows,
her eye pierce matched his lip.
She had a diamond in her nose,
the one in his ear was big.

black shirts, black pants, black shoes and socks,
exaggerated eyes.
The cuts on her wrist matched the cuts on his,
tattooed tears they cried.

Their parents had disowned them,
alone at seventeen.
The walked the streets where they felt at home,
love was all they'd need.

The dark night and his mistress,
clueless in this hell.
Till one night cold and hungry,
heard the mission bells.

The rain had washed her darkened eyes,
their diamonds long since sold.
pouring as they stepped inside,
crack and the thunder rolled.

The church began to shake and quake,
the wind howled and slammed the door.
The alter seemed so far away,
but they couldn't turn their backs no more.

They prayed for truth and guidance,
then inside they both knew.
On that night they found a light,
and life would be renewed.

now Grandpa and Grandma visit,
on Sunday watch the kids.
as they go to church and reminisce ,
of the dark knight and mistress.

But they don't go for the fond thoughts,
of the darkened age they've left.
but they go to pray that they found their way,
and passed the good Lords test.