Blinding, white, piercing rays,
They strike.
Sun staffs, gripped by lights hand.
Lances of wonder,
Beat against shields of shadow.

Darkness envelops,
Black tides, emerge from the Netherworlds.
Wielding nightmares blade.
Sweeping, evils edge,
Cutting through golden walls.

The angel speaks soft,
With joyful whispers
Caressing the ears of hope.
Her soft hands, the graceful touch,
They guide the holy spirit.
Leading it through the fall of dark.

But the devil swoops.
A burning vessel of fear.
The fork of torment,
Brings clouds to hopes.
Dreams are crushed.
The unholy shroud looms.

Loving eyes open,
Welcoming the arrival of desire.
Basking in her glow.
Her warmth flows freely,
Enveloping the mind.

And then it creeps,
Unsuspecting,
Thoughts of the dark one.
The child of hatred,
Its vengeance springs forth.

And so it is frozen,
A weary soul,
Caught between the pull.
The endless battle.
It rages, it lingers,
Until nothing is left.

The spirit dies.

The vessel crumbles.

An empty void remains.