Night Mysteries

This is just a realy strange poem i wrote one night when i couldn't sleep.

In the dark of the night,

I fight for the hope of light.

 

Holding this long blade,

I feel the demons slowly fade.

 

As I fight with them I die,

Was this all another lie?

 

My soul is part of history,

A part of all the Night Mysteries.

Reviews

[Peaceworker22]

Wow, this one definitely is a thought provoking poem. I'll get back to you after I've some time to reflect on this. Good work!