Jem

He is the silver moonlight
Washed up on the beach.
A bittersweet melody
In the sound of a violin.
He is a rarity.

He is a leap of faith,
A rayon of hope.
He is a spring of kindness,
A glimmer of sorrow.
He is a steady flame.

He is a fierce soldier,
A half angel of faith.
He is a fragile branch,
He is an anchoring root.

His existence is not kind,
His body is filled with demons.
And though his life will be short,
He will burn the brightest.