Fallen slave nooneraver's blog: "My Poems"

Two lovers of day and night
neither could live without the other
both can shed plenty of light
but they could never live together

while most prefer one
the other gets praise
though praise is fun
power enters the phase

the praise of the moon,
not something to be trifled with.
just like the praise, the power
of the sun is just a myth.

praise follows myth
but never seems to try
myth waits as long as it can,
but keeps going and begins to cry

thus is the way of life,
even if it fills u with hate
nothing can be helped
this is the Threads of Fate.