The Battle

The Battle

In my heart there lives a spark of light and an ever present darkness,
One day the darkness decided it wanted more, it wanted everything darkened.
As the dark grows in strength and size, the already shaky light shrink and cowers.
Intimidated it forgets that it holds all the power.
Shadowy tendrils grip and constrict everything in its path,
While claws swipe and tear it all away with wrath.

As the cold darkness finally crouches over the tiny spark of light
another light seems to appear on the outside.
A timid ray of light shining its way through the dark, unbound
showing the tiny spark it is not lost, for the darkness is its slave not the other way around
With time the tiny spark grows and raises claws of its own
To battle the darkness and win back the throne.

The light outside now seems to shimmer and after a while it disappears
Leaving the spark once again alone with its fears.
Slowly but surely the darkness returns through the cracks
left unguarded for the lone spark was distracted by the frontal attacks.
Too late does it see the tendrils sneaking in from the corner of its eye
In one last attempt it surges forwards, claws outstretched and darkness and light collide.

Time seems to have no meaning, everything feels numb
until a slow scratch along the wall tells me it is all done.
Slow yet powerful it rises and makes it way to its enemy,
carefully building a cage so strong it can never break free.
A single tear rolls down my cheek and I angrily swipe it away.
For I do not want to admit that it’s from my hearts decay.

The tendrils of darkness steadily creep around the spark of light
With no light from outside to remind it of its power, the tiny spark closes his eyes tightly in fright.
Quietly it waits there, for what I do not know
With its eyes so tightly closed it cannot see the help it needs to grow.
Still the darkness grows its roots deeper, the light keeps retreating
And I feel it can not escape until my heart stops beating.