The good and bad

A Poem by Mazerunner

How do you see black and white
How is it to perceive dark and light
The utter bad used to be the glorious good
Like a flower from a delicate bud
The monsters and the buds they keep plucking
A heinous dark act they keep committing

Turning beautiful buds to ugly weed
And to no pain they pay heed
But the light will be brighter than the dark
A light the monsters cant see
Where the buds can bloom and open free
Away from the darkness and melancholy