a war between two worlds darkness and light
a harkened fight smites the the silver glow of night
terror and smiles at odds with peace
never seen serenity falls to its feet
a cup of eternal life questionable at best
the suns burning shadow blazing burning in jest
the tree of life blossoms wilting flowers who unfold
this upside down madness strangles and takes hold
now as we leave we find a little piece of ourselves
in this vertigo of mixed shadow in our personal hell