Flashes of light illuminate the unknown.
Casting shadows, creating shapes.
The feeling of dread, fragrant in the air.
Lightning cracks the earth,
Dancing on the surface.
From the depths of the night out crawls something cryptic.
Tales are told and warning cried, painting a villain's figure.
A savior is stirred from their slumber.
The journey of heroes, a test they must endure.
Sealing the fates of both good and evil amongst flesh and bone, we find our duo clashing.
Bloody battles, a kaleidoscope of wills.
One must triumph.
One must parish.
The yin to their yang,
Forever moving in sync.
Crafted to be foes, birthed to this world for one another.
Because what good is our hero without his villain?
What would we do with a savior if no one is in need of saving?
To create one is to create the other.
Locked together,
Their souls stitched as one for all time.
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A Wandering Mind: A collection of short stories & poems.
Historia CortaA mind is ment to wander, to see beyond reality, into worlds unknown.
