Going on with the poetry. Apparently, this should really explain why I picked "Fragment" for my story, Yami no Hikari (for when it'll be turned into an online manga) instead of Chapter, Chronicle, Prayer or any other thing. It may not make sense... But... It does to me, at least.

Fragment

Fragments of Time.

Of Light.

Of Darkness.

Of Life.

Of Death.

Of Good.

Of Evil.

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Every little piece...

Every simple little piece.

Fragments make up something,

Having some sort of purpose.

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What makes up a Life

Is what occurances are in there

Of One Life.

The chances, the opportunites.

The forks in the road, where crossroads of decisions have to be made.

The hopes.

The dreams.

The laughs.

The tears.

The good times.

The bad times.

The pain.

The emotions.

The memories.

The struggles.

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What makes up a Death

Is all the struggles we have endured,

The sufferings we had lived and fought with.

The fine border between love and hate.

The darkness threatens to consume us in our bleak states.

The tears we have shed, the blood that has fallen.

Sometimes, a ray of light can be seen through,

As Hope...

But sometimes, Hope can bring you up so high...

And sometimes, it can be a downfall, just mocking you,

And dropping you just like that.

How we ask, what is the point of Life?

What are the purposes we have in Life?

Only God knows that...

But buried deep within your heart, you know too, but...

...It's still locked...

And you need the Key...

You still fall, keep falling deep within...

...To search for that one answer...

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Good and Evil...

They have resided into this world...

Since the beginning of Time...

And they still battle it out in a merciless fray,

On the already-soiled blood-stained grounds...

Even now, we still fight on being the victor...

Which is why I believe peace is just an illusion,

It will never truly happen,

For the Evil will come back again and again...

The negativety and devastation will keep on coming back each time it's destroyed,

Slowly... In a very strong force...

To fall down... And uprise once again, maybe even conquering

The shadows in our Lives...

For only we control our Fate.

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Light and Darkness...

The two tools that have been used and broken down into many tales...

What is Light is Darkness and what is Darkness is Light...

They, too, have been made from the counterparts

Of Good and Evil...

And yet, those two bare a gift...

If we lose our way, if the path darkens as we continue going down that road,

The dark, hard-to-cross road called Life...

There is Hope, a "child" they bare.

It is the quintessential emotion of all...

It can propel us to our greatest heights, our greatest achievements,

But like all things it is merely a tool; and it can thrust us to the deepest depths and cause our greatest evils.

It is what binds us together and what can break us apart...

Keeping hoping and wishing, nobody will stop you,

But...

Be careful not to dream too high,

So high that you will fall from it, shatter through the invisible

That your wings may become broken in the process...

...The feathers falling down in their elegant way...

...Dripping and stained with blood...