Evil Has Eye Of An Angel
I’m sorry. I just meant that all this is new to me. I get lost sometimes.” I give her my most honest expression.
While death and darkness girdle me
I grope for immortality.
You can only diffuse light in dark places.
Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.
Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes-if necessary-brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
The light extinguishes all the flaming arrows of darkness.
As it turns out, that persistence is a requirement. Thus, he would tell me, you need the dark to show the light, so you shouldn’t curse darkness. You needed death to define life.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
If darkness surrounds you, look for the light. If you can’t see it, raise your head up. You may be surrounded by darkness but it does not cover you on top. Let the light shine down on you and let it lead the way out of darkness.