He banishes the light
from the desert sky,
The ending of her day has come.
He sweeps away the remains of
morning, and comes down on us
like ocean waves.
The haunting night
of sorrow and pain has come again.
He drowns everything from hope to joy,
emptying our minds with
nothing but woe.
The pale light of the moon
illuminates our skeletons
and reveals our emotions.
The night is a terrible thing.
But despair ends in her rebirth with dusk,
and her orange and red flares
dance upon the horizon.
The bad things slithering in the night
have been banished by the good of her day.
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The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
