An Original Poem by X Midnight Falxon X

Victory
A grin with meaning,
A cry of joy.

Triumph
Though without tragedy,
lost in the fields of familiarity.

Tragedy
A touch of sadness,
A heart shattered and lost.

Travesty
Though without victory,
A constant stream of aimless tears.

Through tragedy we sing,
In victory we are heard,
And therein we hear melody.

And as shadow relies on light,
And as light creates shadow,
Remains the balance between triumph and tragedy.