The Seeds

Within each of us, there lies the seeds of
Darkness and Light
for without the one how can we know the other.
As the Sentinel defends the hand of Love,
so too does the Beast extend the claw of Hatred.
For every act of Peace, gentle Kindness and of Giving,
the Beast would have War and Envy and Greed.

So seen as the Spark of Life within, as a whole,
both the flame and the ash are but a part of the greater Soul.

Despise therefore not the Beast,
and elevate not the Sentinel lest we be deceived,
for this Light, which fondly we hold to be our own,
is but a part.

For the Beast Within also, is a Child of the Mother of Shadow,
we make for it to lie undead in but a shallow grave.
Create no stirring, lest the Beast awake.

Know ye the Beast!

Too long, and too often
is the Sentinel put to the top of the watchtower
and the Beast consigned to the dungeon
and never the twain, though reaching and aching to touch,
can ever in justice meet.

Yet nothing else here, within the lonely outlook keep,
to tend the Sentinel, should she falter, but the Beast.
And symbiote perhaps, the Sentinel yet feeds the Beast.

So the opposing and sometime contradiction must be resolved,
this pair, this sibling twin, must each respond as one,
each to sustain the other.

Here then, a glimpse of the Mother of Shadow,
The resolution and the contrast.
Light against Dark, Silver on Sable, the Harmony of the Soul.

Harm none, Do what ye Will.
Let it Be.

DarkFire.

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