Through bouts of toils or happiness

Be neither dark nor light.

Foretold the tales of emptiness

Intensified by night.

The road well traveled will succumb

To the parallel of souls,

A gentleness of comrades

Where others fear to go.

While demons dance in sheer delight

Your sanity need win,

Accomplish much with subtleness

Their strength comes from far within.

In darkened corners of the soul

The battle rages fierce,

Surpassing the fortified

Until all armors pierced.

Then through the haze a candle light

That pushes past the dark,

Enforcing all the walls of will

It illuminates the spark.

The revelry of kindred souls

Breach even darkened doors,

Turn back the void of emptiness

And allows the soul to soar.

It's nice to see Nichole write in a more positive way. She's as eloquent speaking about the happiness of love, as she was the sadness of it. I am somewhat at a loss for words. As I share her happiness with you, I am overcome by the sadness of knowing it would never be allowed to flourish.

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