When Wrong and Right Collide

A clash of hues, a fractured light, Where shadows dance and truths take flight. A whispered doubt, a ringing plea, In moral storms, a restless sea. The compass spins its needle frail, As conscience weeps and virtues fail. A thorny path where choices bleed, And righteous acts to darkness lead. The heart's a judge with trembling hand, In shifting sands, it cannot stand. For lines are blurred and edges frayed, Where good and ill are overlaid. A bitter taste, a hollow sound, When sacred oaths are all unbound. The echo fades of what should be, When wrong and right collide, you see. ©bfa031525