Behind a Mask

He sat down within despair. His face showed disappointment, self-loathing there. His hand clutched to his distorted face, marks of fire that seemed to burn like Hell's angels' wings in Heaven's scorn, but secretly she longed to see his eyes glow bright with different things. The tears welled up but she held their fight and played her hands with his mask held tight, to move on high beneath candlelight. His dull eyes swam as she raised his chin and the candles found their own way in. They met each gaze and found some hope as she found her courage and leant in close.
Such sweet embrace for fiery storm of furies spent for such they fell like falling stars straight down from Heaven, down from Mars, and down from high they soared up close and kissed their lips, so tightly bound and in those eyes some light was found, for darkness leapt and danced in tune to the sound of their hearts as they filled the room. Unknown emotion swept his face so fiercely hidden from past disgrace but she kept his shame between her hands and showed him Heaven, like he had sought, so desperately, with such high hopes, and draining chance, they held their tongues and held their hands.