Tears drop down this porcelain face
as blood from sores of past memories forgotten,
Pain unknown by mind brought forth suddenlyÂ
as to remind the soul “you cannot be rid of me”
Shadow you daunt my view
while light peaks around the corner of my hopes
and whispers these are only dreams of you
Shadowlight, my ever present foe and friend
There is beauty in your pain
But, shall this everyday battle continue again?
Oh shadow, it is time, your beauty does end.
I have found you.