When light and darkness colide,
why does the abyss seem to win?
The demons fighting within,
they revel in the fight,
they know no other way,
and light endures it.
Again, and again,
until it is brought to a dim.
In the image of light fading out,
and the darkness rooting deep,
how life comes through so simply,
the light, the good, the beauty,
they do not extinguish the abyss,
but grow through it.
flowing, braiding, growing in the darkness.
The bad things in this world,
our personal demons,
they lose their grasp,
because like a flower,
the good of this world,
weaves through it all,
dreaming.
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
