Random Rants: My first poem ever made here, I dedicate this to my muse. Why won't you stay even if you're classrooms far from mine, but you are like the Light, radiant for a while, then you go away. Just jokin' :))

The Love of the Light

Light is adored by all craeation

Loved by everything great and small

From the great redwoods and gentle carnations

To the blind wyrms of the duskfall

For what do we see at conceivance

But the light of our mother's two orbs?

Those precious hues of brown, blue or gray

Thanks to the light which allows us to live brightly today

But Light is a cruel mistress

To her humble husband; Darkness

Now Darkness is so bitter, so dire

Because his wife doesn't even manifest as a simple fire

For once, Darkness was a loving creature

That still holds the Light as something dear

A love that started even before Eden

When God made and molded all creation

It started on the 5th day

After the moon, sun and stars

Shone for one cycle, for the first time

On that day Light and Darkness intertwined

On that day true love was forged

When they met at dawn and dusk

There Darkness acknowledged a love

The first and true love of the Light

She sang with tears of molten gold

New stars burned bright with her voice

But the Darkness had two black abysses

Only for his Light, his beloved choice

He wanted Lovely Lady Light

And she wanted Debonaire Darkness

So they married on the earth, during twilight

Upon a hill, across a gold lake shining bright

She was blushing, two stars burning scarlet

In a gown of moonlight, and stars of diamonds

She kissed him and accepted his heart

The first and true love of the darkness

They had one son; Shadow

Able to exist in light and darkness

But there was a poison growing

Manifesting in Lady Light's heart

It seemed that Shadow loved Darkness better

He seemed to have a spring in huis step

Able to walk lightly and not falter

Whenever he was by his father

Light was jealous and banished her husband

Darkness asked and asked the reason

Yet light was hellbent on his leaving

He ran leaving dark rivers streaming

But Darkness was strong and hid ahead

To watch his wife and beg forgiveness

For whatever his haenous fault

And prepared an ode, nay, a song for penance

But the waiting made him old and bitter

For Light would come yet not stay after

He hated those meddlers, even his son Shadow

That disturb his song to his beloved

Light would still come and stay a while

There Darkness would be crying

She would just snarl then go

And leave her hurt husband crying

A/N: Find out what happens to Shadow in my next poem: Brightest Light, Darkest Shadow