The Dark
The darkness slowly creeps up on the light,
Like a well trained assassin.
When it’s done.
It sets its eyes upon us,
Like the moon hovering over the earth.
It throws its darts at us, like shooting stars.
It almost seems to be immortal,
But everything has a weakness.
As the light rises out of the dark like a phoenix.
It consumes the darkness.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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