Tis a thin line we walk,
Those who would seek balance.
The light is becoming,
Yet the dark so alluring.
We are but the shadows
Of their coupling.
In each lies the truth,
Their secrets are our souls.
We yearn for perfection,
Even as we deny it exists.
We forgive in word,
But cry vengeance in our hearts.
Who are we attempting to deceive?
Should we shun the dark?
Cling only to the light?
For me,
There is peace in the shadows,
For they are the haven
For the darker spectres of self
That no one wishes to see.
Truth and light go hand in hand,
So I have been told.
But I see the true nature of the beast
Revealed in the night,
Not the day.
In the sun,
We are sometimes blinded,
By hope, by love,
By our own heart
And the desires it harbors.
It is only in the dark that we are true,
Believing we are hidden,
Yet naked as the day we were born.
Only in the dark
Do we allow our desires to manifest.
They define who we are;
Desire is our truest form,
Yet we claim to desire nothing.
Blasphemous lies;
We sin against ourselves,
Refusing one and claiming the other.
Find the desire of a man,
And you will find the truth of his soul.
Beware the one who says
They desire nothing,
For they are being untrue,
Even unto themselves.
Only in perfection does desire cease,
Only then shall light defeat dark,
Or dark defeat light.
Hold to thy beloved light,
But consider thy darkest desires,
Keep them hidden if you must,
But never deny them.
For desire is what keeps balance.
When we cease to desire,
We cease to exist.

... Moone

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