Darkness And Light Poems Novels & Stories

The rest read more like some prophecy than anything sensical. “Darkness and Light cannot be without each other. A balance found deep within can only be sparked when two hearts beat as one. Generations of balance undone. Born under the crescent moon, a new Darkness will seek its balance. Thirty years without Light blinds the heart to love.” I read the words trying to apply them to something grounded in reality.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He moves back and makes me lean against his arm, imitating those ball dances. "What're you seeing now?" I bring myself back to the comfort of his embrace. "Everything that surrounds me is darkness with potholes, broken bottles and thorns scattered in my path. But there's a light, so dim and far and I can only get curious about what it'll look like to have it in my hold_ if it could or if it could not help me find a more safer way with no potholes and thorns. But still, I'm afraid of bringing it into my misery. What if my unsteady legs make us fall into the pothole and it looses its spark? Then I won't just be alone again but I would also be guilty of my sin for the rest of my life. But somet

I stepped closer to my pillar and read the words aloud: "In the heart of darkness, light must shine, But alone, its glow will fade with time. By shadow’s grace, the light is freed, Together, they are one in need." Evelina joined me, reading the rest of the inscription on her side: "Through dusk and dawn, they dance as one, For without the dark, the light is undone. When both are present, the truth is clear, Together they guide, without fear." She met my eyes, understanding lighting up in her expression. "It’s a test of balance—light and dark. Both need to work in unity to move forward."

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

The things he’s said and the hurt and pain he inflicts on me? Maybe I don’t want to find the light. If I find the light then it could be taken away again. It would strip me of everything I am. It would crush my heart and suck out my soul and damn me to the pits of hell that have no escape. The darkness would own me forever. So why should I try to find goodness and light when it’s so easily taken away. Light is so easily snuffed out. Like a single burning candle in a dark room, with one breath it can be blown out. And the wick on that candle will never be the same again; it will be black, some of it burned away forever.

Is he going to make me face my fears like this? “Tay…” how do I explain it to him? “You can’t live like this Olivia; Face your demons at one point, it’s better to start now than later. Darkness doesn’t always represent darkness, and the same goes with light. The light you always sleep in may be your darkness and the darkness you are so afraid of may be your light. Some people wear white to represent their sorrows and their darkest moments and some wear black. What I’m trying to say here is that darkness is not what it always seems. There’s no need for you to be terrified of it. Now go to sleep, nothing is going to happen to you, okay?” I don’t know if I should believe him or not, but I nod a

He had a way of making me feel like some little kid. "Notice how the night sky only gains beauty when there is a perfect balance between light and darkness. If the light exceeds, we get a blinding daylight and if the darkness exceeds, we get an abysmal darkness. None of the two options are even remotely beautiful. Hence the forces of good and evil, light and darkness and even life and death work together to attain eternal balance and thus bring about harmony" he explained.

Instead, I stepped closer and stood beside her. Sunlight painted golden stripes across the stone; the air was still. In the distance, the outline of the mountains glimmered faintly blue. —“Do you think the dark ones will come again?” I asked finally. —“There will always be darkness,” she replied. “But as long as there is light that does not flee but stands and observes, it cannot win. Light is not loud. It endures.” ⸻ That night, when the house had quieted, Aedan waited for me in the corridor.

Like a flower that loses its beauty; so is the present that is happening to the whole country. Darkness forces beauty to mourn, darkening the happy atmosphere without being prevented. Gloom, that's all that's left. An eclipse comes between freezing snows. However, it actually lasted longer in retaliation for the delay. They said the darkness was created by a child. Dark and terrible poems about it began to surface. The girl fell like drops of rain from above the horror. She stood like a haughty tower in the distance. She limped in a gray cloud, like dawn breathing death.