Petite Poetry

A shadow forms into the night,

Take no shape shall the glittering gem of blue midnight,

My children,

It calls,

Take form in front of me,

My army,

My family.

Across the world dark becomes light as the shadow of Dark,

Light,

Living,

And dead,

Gather at the ends of time and life,

A wave of black sweeps out over the world,

Blocking the ever-needed light.

A spark penetrated the infinite darkness,

The beginning of time,

A delicate moment as God strikes a match to light the ball of coal,

And to give life to the blue-green ball called Earth,

Light flared into view and shrouded the darkness ending the Age of the Dark.