Receding light on soft skin glows,
a gentle ward agianst encroaching darkness.
In the hearts of men the shadow grows,
and threatens the world by it's starkness.

The unceasing battle of the ages,
Into the lives of all hearts creeps.
Illumined in blood 'pon histories pages,
As first the Light then Shadow weeps.

Silence does not allude to strength,
nor dry eyes mean there is not need.
Just becasue the wound is hidden,
Doesn't mean it doesn't bleed.

You see the face of mirthless grins,
blind to the chaos just beneath.
Flesh may show no sign of scars,
while the soul rage and weep.

Heed that which you can not hear,
beware that which is not seen.
Behind a jester's laughing mask,
internally the spirit keens.

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Like an inferno that rises inside of me, it comes unbidden.
I grind my teeth, struggling to not be swept away on tides of ire.
A revolting heat battering my insides,
turning my stomach,
searing my soul until no nerves remain.
Black flames pour from my tongue-
Humanity is gone,
burned out leaving only this husk, filled with rage.
It threatens to destroy me utterly.
So I am lost.