• The Battle of Night and Day

    I walk in the shadows of darkness,
    I shun the light of day.

    Pointed hatred thrives in night,
    While love flourishes in the light.

    I left the sun long ago,
    In hopes not to see-

    What I have become.
    Am I still me?

    My words always echo
    And are carried through the wind-

    With no one to listen:
    No tale to spin.

    Maybe in future years,
    Someone will hear my call-

    Before the battle draws near,
    And brings forth my fall.

    The battle of Night and Day,
    Is one often repeated.

    No matter the outcome,
    Neither is defeated.