14 May 2012
One in the dark, one in the light, The two men gathered to start their fight.
Neither had the advantage, but opposites they were, As they move closer together, no one can help but stop and stare.
As they moved closer together, the stark contrast becomes clear, But not a soul did know that a gun would be drawn here.
They drew their swords, and began to feint, The darkness was demonic whilst the litten was a saint.
They weaved a merry dance, darkness was shifty with unrest, He seemed like he was losing, but it was but a test.
He fell to the hard floor with a clunk and crash like rock, Light's followers were cheering, while the shadows ran amuck.
As litten celebrated, gloated in his glory, Darkness pulled a gun and put an end to this story.
The moral of this story is that light don't always win, And that, no matter how justified, pride is still a sin.
Light And Dark (for @Stablish's Contest) • Opuss № I