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.