the black that calls holds comfort there…in it’s consistent strife,
the light holds distant gold and constant threat of right.

the black accepts all knockers and promises no release
the light is full of must or your shine will surely cease.

so carve your dim perception and ponder either call
regret is just the beginning. As you begin to fall.

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