Through bouts of toils or happiness
Be neither dark nor light.
Foretold the tales of emptiness
Intensified by night.
The road well traveled will succumb
To the parallel of souls,
A gentleness of comrades
Where others fear to go.
While demons dance in sheer delight
Your sanity need win,
Accomplish much with subtleness
Their strength comes from far within.
In darkened corners of the soul
The battle rages fierce,
Surpassing the fortified
Until all armors pierced.
Then through the haze a candle light
That pushes past the dark,
Enforcing all the walls of will
It illuminates the spark.
The revelry of kindred souls
Breach even darkened doors,
Turn back the void of emptiness
And allows the soul to soar.
It's nice to see Nichole write in a more positive way. She's as eloquent speaking about the happiness of love, as she was the sadness of it. I am somewhat at a loss for words. As I share her happiness with you, I am overcome by the sadness of knowing it would never be allowed to flourish.
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