Darkness And Light Poems Novels & Stories

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

She wiped the beads of tears that managed to creep out of her pale and dull eyes as she looked at a ball of glowing blue light in front of her, it’s Zyair’s. “The Light does not equate Good, and the darkness does not equate Evil. Much may not think that way, but not to a true wonderer. One who stayed too long in the dark would appreciate every little thing that shines while the one who stayed on the light would be blinded. Thus, a soul as of the night sky is like a canvas, it’s never too late to paint it back to life.” She finished with a smile. Darkness is nothing but emptiness. She watched the young blue soul glitter with happiness; she seemed to have washed away his distress; it made her

Together we were an absolute mess but also a masterpiece in the making, a work of art that I will always cherish. He called me the “light of his life” but what he didn't know, he was my “darkness”. Within both of us lies clashing forces, good and bad, constructive and destructive, joy and sorrow, love and hate, yin and yan, darkness and light. The Devil and The Angel. ❁THE END❁

Their weapons clashed with the darkness, sparks flying in the void. The battle was a blur of violence, a clash of wills. Liam and Xal'dar fought with a desperation born of survival, their bodies pushed to their limits. The figure was relentless, its attacks growing more powerful with each passing moment. But Liam and Xal'dar persisted, their spirits unbroken. They were the last defenders of the universe, and they would not let darkness prevail. As the battle raged, Liam felt a surge of power within him. It was as if the celestial body, the source of light and hope, was empowering him. With a primal scream, he unleashed a torrent of energy, a blinding light that engulfed the darkness.

The darkness recoiled in the face of her radiance, shadows scattering like leaves in the wind, as the brilliance of her essence enveloped the world in its embrace. For a fleeting moment, time stood still amidst the brilliance of her light. Warriors, both friend and foe, shielded their eyes against the blinding radiance, their hearts gripped in the vise of awe and wonder. The cacophony of battle fell silent in the wake of her radiance, a testament to the indomitable spirit that burned within her soul.

"Not an absence. Not the lack of light. Something present, with its own qualities, its own demands, its own gifts." "Read me something," Ernest said. Don turned to a page. He read: "The dark is not the opposite of light. It is the container of light. The light returns to the dark, and the dark receives it, and the receiving is not a defeat but a hospitality. The winter dark is the host of the winter light." Ernest sat with this. "That is good," he said. "It is very good," Don said. He closed the book. "I want to write something good about the dark. Or about something else. The form is what matters. The form that holds the complex thing without simplifying it."

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

And as I surrender to the darkness, I can only pray that someday the dawn will come and bring an end to the endless night. As the darkness threatens to consume me, a glimmer of hope pierces through the veil of despair, like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. At that moment of clarity, I feel a surge of warmth and light flood my mind, banishing the shadows of my nightmares and illuminating the darkness with the promise of a brighter future.