June 21, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
A tale foretold, a profits foresight…
Engulfed by darkness, sought by light.
A clever girl revered in battle, eternally damned for the fight.
Gauging from left to right.
She was blessed by heaven’s might,
And infused with hells bite.
A pact made long ago, the last recorded plot in an effort to reunite.
If looks alone could kill she was truly a sight.
Waist long hair, black as night.
Full round eyes, shined green and bright.
Determined to uphold the balance between darkness and light.
Campaigning throughout time, an exclusive right.
Knowing that every lifetime was doomed to end in contrite.
An endless cycle of wrong versus right.
Yet consumed by love for both – a perilous flight.
Torn between love and hate, should not be all right.
But the fight continues because she’s the balance between darkness and light.
As time passed – the story faded, most people chose to either ignore or rewrite.
No truth left to the tale, it’s now only a blister of political B.S. – everyone seems to be caught in its delight.
Used as a way to control those who cannot recollect, because they’ve been taught to no longer understand the difference between day and night.
So when the balancer is reborn, how will she be able to claim her true birthright? How will she remember what is the true fight?
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