Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.
Between Light and dark,
Are any of them wholly good or bad?
There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we've
In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection
likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.
The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence
It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be
No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair
Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.
Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.
Between Light and dark,
Are any of them wholly good or bad?
There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we've
In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection
likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.
The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence
It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be
No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair
Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.
Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.
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