• Final Solstice

    As life's fleeting grip loosens,
    And the Dark,
    Creeps along Death’s blurring line
    It's made of minutes, unending moments.
    The moon cometh out to shine yonder the hill
    Brightness glows, a lighthouse beacon
    The century old battle won,
    As She stands over the fallen Dark,
    Light took a leap into the sky,
    To unite with whom She was separated from.
    Darkness cannot conquer darkness, only Light can do that.
    Hate cannot conquer hate, only love can do that.
    For the Light had always loved the Dark.