White and black, light and darkness, love and hate.
How much more must one endure before all is lost? Until hope is vaporized and all that is left is a hollow shell.
The soul weeps and wants to escape but how can it when human emotion controls it? It is caged and its wings are forever ripped apart and chances of it being free is close to something impossible; could it still live?
When all faith fades and wastes away in a fiery flame, what is left; nothing but ashes,
But. . . . Can a Phoenix arise from the ashes? Can something new emerge?
Can my darker shades be transformed into dazzling bright shades if white?