Two great beasts
Raise their heads.
One of white,
The other red.
The red one burns
With the might of the sun.
A fire it kindles
When her heart grows cold.
The white one glows
With the strength of night.
It does not fear
A shadows flight.
They keep the balance.
Restore the peace.
Together they guard
The caged beast.
But what would happen
If one would fall?
If the sun fell
And the night rose?
The sun puts on a pretty face.
It dazzles you, keeps you safe.
Its fire glows with loyalty.
Its great head crowned with flame.
What a pity.
What a shame.
That great head, was angered.
It gave its crown to the moon.
"Your turn. I've had my fun."
The red dragon yawns.
"My turn? Oh, it's just begun."
The white dragon smiles.
The moon shines brightly.
Its light won't dim.
Its cold heart
Accepted the fire within.
And moonfire,
Is the deadliest kind.
It sucks the warmth from your soul.
It feeds on the sorrows of your greatest woe.
And this white dragon
Is not afraid of the night.
Do you recall
What lurks therein?
You think you can face the might of the sun.
Maybe so, for the sun has morals.
But where do you think the shadows go
When darkness gives way to light?
The moon has no remorse.
It is dead, uncaring.
When that white dragon lifts its head,
There will be no more sharing.
So beware the two
One red; one white.
For together they are calm,
But when separate, say hello,
And then goodnight.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
