The Rite

To live,

And love.

And fight,

I just might.

On nights

so dark

The stars,

Shine bright.

But lost are they

because Dark

hates Bright.

Yet, Bright waits

Not hates

Because in Dark

Lies a heart,

That belongs, to Bright

And one day the sun will shine bright

Dark will see just how,

The light Bright makes

Makes life.

And just a bit

less dark.