The Slaying of Despair

The sun had set and the world had become dark.
There were windows all around yet, as he drew near
to them they slammed shut and any light they allowed
passage died with the coming of shade. Screaming, he
clawed at their glass features and begged for the world
to grant him the solace, the happiness he had once known;
nothing answered him. Beaten he crumpled into a lump on
the floor and began to pray to whatever god would hear
him. Just as his hope began to flicker and die a door opened
before him. A pure light shown through illuminating the
despair of the space. He swore that somewhere in the light he
could see a stunning set of blue eyes more beautiful than
anything he had ever seen and he knew that everything would
be alright.