The Battle of the Lesser Evils
The Fear like a shroud coalesces
Round the heart and struggles
To hold in the Darkness,
Forming a shell of iron will
Impenetrable to the Light
That seeks to free the soul.
What power the darkness must
Possess to be held so fiercly.
The battle so intense in its
Ferocity, fading mind and body
And forcing the oblivion of self
So that only the combatants
Remain. Those that bear witness
Do so with a passion and energy
Outdone only by the intensity of
Their silence. All ears are hushed
In anticipation of the sounds of the
Gate swinging open to admit the
Defeated into eternity.
Through eons the battle rages with
Neither giving in to embrace
The suffocating nothingness
That waits patiently, hungrily
Just out of sight.
They are balanced, Darkness and Fear,
Each sustaining the other while
Seeking only to destroy.
They form a purposeful futility
In which they will forever remain,
Each one keeping the other
From the Light.
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