Two worlds within the universe of me

One of light; one of darkness.

The light is bright and seen by all

a beacon of hope in the world.

The darkness is bleak and hidden from sight

a vortex of despair in the world.

They battle over my soul as knights of old.

Sometimes the light pushes back the dark

and hope prevails.

Sometimes the dark swallows up the light

and despair wreaks havoc.

But most times they are stalemated in a stagnant

grey whorl.

A grey whorl called life.