For shall the almighty dance with wickedness
Freasting darkness solidifies clashing swords
Forsaking us illuminates our lust for fulfillment
Attributes for grace heightens desolation’s plot
Fiend mends the holy terror back to life
Your gracefulness is deafening to us sinners
Exuberant romance awaken golden hour twilight
Lightlessness fuel starts to shed our midnight skins,
Letting us rejoice among the self-righteousness waters
Perplexing there was no storm in the Lords
Storms among harts in airlings wings has forsaken ourselves
A perceived reality seen in light
Leaves a lack of mystery.
Nothing to be wondered or created.
But forfeit this light to the black
And endure a cognizance stimulated.
Nothingness lurks around every corner.
The senses struggle to understand
What is unknown.
Simultaneously, a caged mind
Is free to roam.
Life engulfed in the shadows
Reveals a potential universe.
One never before seen
Or felt by anyone.
For it originates and dwells
Within one's own creation.
Hope and fear, among its many productions
In response to imaginary manifestations.
So does the authenticity of these senses
Suggest a reality unseen?
Or is sight dominant
To that of feeling?
Perhaps seeing in light dismisses
The senses that dominate in darkness.
Would one doubt the eyes
In an alternate dimension of lightlessness?
A shaded reality's inevitable demise
Ultimately revealed as it creeps toward
The bitter brightness.
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