Night of Fire

this poem is my sequel to a poem a friend of mine wrote

The page shines bright in the shadowed light

and the halls of night are fire.

In the fright of Heightened excitement right -

below the flame grows higher.

Death and Life as the edge of a knife

two seperate forces dwell.

A strain transparent plane disdain-

-fully borders them with hell.

for in between is murder,

the transferral of a soul.

the blade complete while time deplete

the less becomes the full.

so one is born, is killed, and dies

his spirit falls away

as life brings death and hate and lies

riddled all along the way.

the fire burns and sets ablaze

the light up in the sky.

the black inferno ends the days

of life as all begins to die.

the truth of this is written below

that one should die so one shall know,

the is no Love in love alone.

no love, only death bestow...

so here I'll remain in this cryptic mind

with my flashlight ready, our escape to find