a silver knife broken,ringing every move a cut in silence sitting by a lonesome table Dark it sits in waiting an evil smear of blood is near across the wall and white bed sheets the Light it sits in tears and crying a single ray of warming light falls across the broken knife the ray it hits a mirror too it bounces then across the room as tears they darken the white sheets as Darkness runs in fear a body lay by Lights safe side a pulse slowly growing and fading Dark returns to finish his rule the pulse stops and sound will stop angelic voices, a form disappears a ball of light fades away Darkness falls again in bliss and ends the within abyss none is here all is forgotten for timeless strikes echo a motion a single tear finally falls tired at last, done at last -Damien
Damien Oak Hart · Tue Jan 08, 2008 @ 12:22am · 2 Comments |