Essence

I walk down an empty hall.
The faded pillars of white stand tall,
A forest of runic verse written in time,
Standing blue like lightning against the grime.
The hall becomes catastrophic,
The pillars glowing with their lyrics.
The light dances with the dark,
Arm in arm, Whole as a shard.
The shard that is part of the whole.
Being sucked endlessly into the black,
Yet resisting with all its vivacity.
Suddenly, the black swallows.
But the shard and the whole remain.
And hope fills the hearts of the maimed.
And hope fills the heart of the shard and the whole.