In the Swells of low mountains and hills, I pass by as a witness of timelessness,
through an Earthly watch of some snaking human movement.
So swiftly, I travelled down and further down. And,
the Light was not to give way easily; but, fought the Night so
bravely and with such stubborn solidity.
And, the argument seemed clear:
Doubt
yet
Faith
I watched the battle and it seemed
original and new and once again.
So, too
with such Crimson colorings came for me,
and
I was bathed in that moment,
the moment of War
of one Sovereignty over the next,
with
clarity and comprehension.
That, Light carries its emptiness
and burdening of the Dark.
That, Dark is forerunner and attests
to the Light.
And, that doubt and faith are
all
our
own
Nightfalls
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