The Rite
To live,
And love.
And fight,
I just might.
On nights
so dark
The stars,
Shine bright.
But lost are they
because Dark
hates Bright.
Yet, Bright waits
Not hates
Because in Dark
Lies a heart,
That belongs, to Bright
And one day the sun will shine bright
Dark will see just how,
The light Bright makes
Makes life.
And just a bit
less dark.
This poem is about:
Me