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Modern Twilight
The burning cloth you hold
Significant but once
Withering from your touch
You look a bit distraught
Does the daylight scold you?
Your mind is still corrupt
There he goes suddenly
And as he walks his way
Light strays and radiates
His hand flicks nervously
Eyes are closed to the world
He echoes without speech
And the sun from within scorches the grass.
A man with principals
Have you traveled this far?
Only to be betrayed
I'm sure that you loved her
Maybe it was returned
Though she has gone away
Set out to find meaning
And to resolve your pain
You are no longer you
This myst flows like shadow
As if it was your own
And you now must decide.
And the moonlight makes the hatred seem like a phantom.
This meeting of two wandering souls
One holds the flames of spirit and faith
The other claims the spectre of grief
Though they do not know the reasons why
One rushes forward, the other stays
And a battle takes place without cause
One man punches and the other stands
A swift blow to the head is received
And as it connects, an explosion
Bright light and torture mix so well
Like a symphony of defiance
To ignore your teachings and fight on
Though the other remains so stoic
And his face, through the blast, shows regret
He quickly counters and turns the tide
A quick slice upward and a fierce palm
The warrior of bright is driven
Thrown harshly into the ground and stomped
A true nature shows in him after
As he raises both hands to the sky
The sun darkens and the air turns cold
A fog of grey and black shade surrounds
His hands are brought to the Earth once more
And the shadows of emotion rage
The man upon the ground stands again
Only to summon a demon blaze
Counter the myst like fire and ice
Neither one is standing anymore
And the landscape is cleansed of its life
The soil and sky are composed of nothing
The man of shadow is now no more
And the man of light has gone away
And neither one was given a name...
END.
