Darkness

A dark being, an evil woman who evil she is with logic and might, not under foolishness A puppet she is, if she chooses and under good masters she works , or for herself she survives There in the river , washing her hair Her red eyes a stark contrast to the blue and green waters The people fear her wanting to kill her Of course, not any better would she expect Could she, But a man, as humble as a flowers delicate petal His soft spoken And polite gaze The not strong opinions and no commanding blaze He the one who defends her who sees beyond her evil He is the light and she the darkness Two opposites that show love, unexpected love to one another He loves everyone She hates everyone, but Him. The way the moon chases the sun, and the sun the moon The way the sun helps the moon shine, and warms it up like a lovely blanket... The way all the stars embrace the moon when it cries because it misses the sun And when the sun appears again in the morning time But it is too late, for the moon suffered but all the night....