The flame flickers and casts a shadow.
A shadow, dark and without compassion.
Fiery and nonchalantly, it moves with the light,
Like the dance of demons in their lair.
A shadow, dark and without compassion.
Fiery and nonchalantly, it moves with the light,
Like the dance of demons in their lair.
And even as the flame subsides with tears,
It's lilting light orchestrates the dark.
Together, they mould a world,
Of impending doom, yet an inspiring hope.
It's lilting light orchestrates the dark.
Together, they mould a world,
Of impending doom, yet an inspiring hope.
2 comments:
Awesome! Deep thoughts and Tharooresque language!
Beautifully written, with deep thoughts on what we come across in day to day life.
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