light 3:17

The room shone brighter,

Glare of the mirrors blinding.

Each shadow must flee.


A halo on fire,

The shadows lick at the walls.

Where dark and light meet.


Darkness disappears,

A candle flickers inside.

Light has conquered dark.


April, 2011. K.

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