PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

A beam of light, courageously emerging,

Provokes the darkness, which becomes unsettled,

And in its shadow, envy surges,

Wishing to see the light die, completed.

The darkness, wounded by the glow,

Twists in silent hatred,

Desires the light to fade away, as though in a trail,

Of bitter pus, in a hateful act.

On its platter, the shadow waits,

For the clarity to yield to its power,

But the light, even in a small sphere,

Resists, without surrendering.

For where there is light, there is life,

And the darkness, in its cold envy,

Cannot extinguish the flame born,

That shines, even in agony.

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