Before the Darkness
by Michael Doyle

Before the darkness
There was light
And with that division
Became the night

Legends have it 
As legends will
That the evil one
Is necessary to the tale

Bleak is the season
In which we search for answers
It is the soul's own treason
When fear spreads like cancer

Darkness  begins quietly
As it starts to silently flow
With a single spark
It seeps in and starts to grow

(c) September 3, 2022  Michael Doyle
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