LIGHT VERSUS DARK

Written, created, edited, produced into a story directly from my brain adventures of dreams and living in a paint bucket amidst a tortured economy and chaotic political climate in 2025.

This story begins with light vs dark,

To celebrate its start.

This story begins with light versus dark,

Two eternal forces, tearing worlds apart.

In shadows, whispers of secrets untold,

Through the light, the brilliant minds of good hearts turn bold.

A dance of contrasts, a celestial spark,

To celebrate life and its fragile arc.

The clash ignites a storm in the skies,

Stars bear witness, their silent cries.

Darkness schemes with a shrouded art,

While light plants hope in every heart.

Together they weave a tale profound,

Of balance looked for yet seldom found.

External forces of darkness lurk in every corner,

Their whispers cold, their presence a mourner.

Lightness lingers, subtle and shy,

A gentle beacon in the vast, shadowed sky.

Dark whispers of destruction and death

Dark whispers of destruction and death,

Chaos looms over the dark clouds’ breath.

Light, though faint, begins to rise,

A fragile flame beneath shadowed skies.

The eternal clash, a battle in bloom,

Hope’s ascent versus despair’s gloom.

The light is clear,

As we walk the steps of a massive crying of tears.

Dark entities surround the globe,

Everyone of light fears the dark,

Even in their adobes.

The light is clear, yet trembling, frail,

A beacon of intense light beneath shadows that assail.

Dark entities enshroud the earth,

Their whispers haunted every hearth.

Yet the hearts of light endure the fray,

Finding strength in hope's soft ray.

The darkness stirs, relentless, nearby,

Filling minds with silent fear.

Its tendrils crawl, a shadow's art,

Threatening to tear the world apart.

Yet light stands firm, though fragile and slight,

A spark defying the endless night.

Each gleam becomes a warrior's cry,

A flicker of hope beneath the sky.

The human spirit bears the scars,

Of battles fought in realms and stars.

Though weary hands tremble with strife,

The light within whispers, "Cling to life."

In the chaos, both forces twine,

Shaping the fate of humankind.

For every heart bear both their mark,

A world within, of light and dark.

Humanity sits on the edge

Of dark clouds unfolding between the ledges,

Of the edges of ending light,

When the light shines so bright,

The dark entities destroy the light,

Through arrows of hate,

As they bait the masses

Of lads and lasses.

One hero creates more light

To shine through the darkness,

To shred the dark clashes

Between the dark demons of death,

And the lightness of awareness and hope, not death.

Humanity sits on the edge,

Of dark clouds unfolding between the ledges

The edges of ending light grow frail,

Yet a hero rises, their soul unveiled.

Through arrows of hate, the dark finds its prey,

But this hero holds a radiant ray.

Their light carves paths through the shadow's snare,

A beacon defying the suffocating air.

From darkness, a clash erupts anew,

The hero's courage shines, bold and true.

For in awareness lies the spark,

To shred the veil of eternal dark.

Despair and hope sit side by side,

A fragile balance, a turbulent tide.

One whispers defeat in shadows deep,

The other stirs dreams from restless sleep.

The world trembles, caught in between,

As forces clash with sights unseen.

Yet in the hearts that dare to believe,

Hope plants seeds, though hard to conceive.

From despair's grip, light starts to gleam,

A quiet flicker, a radiant stream.

For even in darkness, hope persists,

An unyielding truth that endlessly exists.

The hero carries the weight of their defiant stand against darkness, its mark forever etched into their soul.

Their heart, filled with hope yet battered by doubt, yearns to understand the forces they battle. Everyone continues to ask, “What fuels the endless nefarious acts of atrocity? What lies beneath the chaos and abyss?”

The dark forces, born from fractured ideals and transcendental fears, seek dominion over the fragile balance of humanity. They whisper illusions, sow discord, and exploit vulnerabilities. Their motives appear from envy of light's resilience and the desire to shroud the world in uniform despair.

But the hero, armed with awareness and the strength of their emotions, sees beyond the darkness' that fades. They begin to unravel the threads that connect these forces to humanity's struggles. The shadows that reflect humanity's own inner fears. Though the path ahead is uncertain, they walk forward, shining a light that pierces the heart of dark shadows.

A heart aflame, the hero stands,

Bearing hope with trembling hands.

Emotions surge, a storm within,

Against the dark's all-consuming sin.

The forces murmur, their motives vile,

Crafting chaos with a serpent's evil smile.

Born of envy, fed by fear,

Their whispers echo, sharp and clear.

They bait the weak, distort the truth,

Tainting innocence and stealing youth.

Yet the hero sees through their deceit,

A flicker bright amidst defeat.

Through tears and pain, they dare to rise,

The luminosity of a flame that shines beneath the shadowed skies.

The conjured light they birthed of a fragile art,

Drawn from the depths of their soul and beating heart.

And though the dark may twist and bind,

Hope endures in humankind.

For every clash, a spark ignites,

Shredding shadows with boundless light.

The hero's light is a spirit true,

Ripples outward, bright and new.

It touches hearts igniting quiet flames,

Yet shadows linger, whispering names.

For in the fight, the soul grows worn,

From endless night to battles borne.

The weight of hope, so heavy to bear,

Meets despair's grip, a darkened lair of despair

Humanity falters, beneath the strain,

Of waging war in shadow's domain.

Depression stirs, a silent tide,

The darkest night where their fears reside

Yet through the pain, the light persists,

In fragile hearts, it still insists.

A single flame, though small it may be,

Can banish shadows, set souls free.

The dark night fades, though scars that still remain,

A testament to struggle’s refrain.

For every soul that dares to fight,

Will find their way back to the light.

Through the darkness of the night

The light shines so brightly,

Through to the soul of humanity,

As the light continues to be.

The hero is bold.

The hero is all of us so bold,

As we carry our torches to burn the dark.

We watch the dark fade,

As we pulled the shades,

Upon their evil dealings of death to all.

We take our arrows to the king’s ball,

To shoot the dark entities into oblivion,

An oblivion of their own living.

Through the ashes of shadow's sway,

Rises the dawn of a brand-new day.

Together we stand, humanity’s choir,

Igniting the world with unyielding fire.

The dark retreats, its hold undone,

As unity blazes brighter than the sun.

No king of shadows can ever outlast,

The might of hearts that hold steadfast.

From oblivion's depths, we reclaim our song,

A melody of light, enduring and strong.

For every torch that burns in the night,

Banishes darkness with eternal light.

The hero, steadfast, with heart aglow,

A paradox within—a softness they show.

Though bold in battle, their soul reveals,

A depth of compassion that quietly heals.

A thinker, a dreamer, a carrier of light,

They question the cost of each fierce, brutally vicious bite of the fight.

Grief and triumph entwine their path,

A bittersweet echo of war’s aftermath.

And as the world appears anew,

Life weaves its web, delicate and true.

In the ashes of darkness, tendrils of hope take root,

A tapestry spun from the tender root of the fruit

The hero walks among the reborn,

Bearing the scars of night forlorn.

Yet each step they take, each word they say,

Guides humanity toward brighter days.

For the battle ends, but shadows still remain,

And the hero knows that life’s fragile chain

Is forged not of victory alone,

But of resilience, love, and seeds well sown.

Upon the mountain, the hero stands,

A beacon bright over golden land.

The City of Angels glows below,

Bathed in light, a radiant show.

Beside him walks a lady so fair,

With long dark locks and a resolute air.

Her brown eyes gleam, his blue eyes burn,

Together they dream, together they yearn.

From different worlds, they boldly unite,

A love that shatters the veil of night.

They call forth all, from near and far,

To celebrate life under every star.

Ethnicities blend, a tapestry unfolds,

A symphony sung by hearts so bold.

Truth ascends, its voice takes flight,

Banishing lies with the power of light.

The darkness fades, no longer in sway,

Hope restores what shadows betray.

For love and light lead humanity's dance,

A future shaped by the courage of chance.

A reflection of light upon the land will expand. A hero stands on a mountain over the city of angels, Los Angeles to glow for all standing so tall. The hero continues to spread light aiding humanity as the hero stands amongst the people so bold. He has a lady standing beside him with long dark hair and brown eyes. The hero appears beside the lady standing tall and tan. He has deep brown hair and blue eyes. They are from diverse cultures, coming together so boldly and in love. They invite others to a celebration of life as all who live are of various ethnicities from all over the globe. Truth wins over lies. Light wins over darkness.

Song lyrics-------------------------------------

(Verse 1)

Shadows fall, a world in strife,

Light and dark, a constant life.

Whispers rise, secrets untold,

Brave hearts shine, stories bold.

(Chorus)

Oh, the clash of light and dark,

A celestial, burning spark.

Stars above, they silently weep,

As hope and fear lie fast asleep.

(Verse 2)

Darkness schemes with wicked art,

Light ignites a hopeful heart.

Forces clash, a battle blooms,

Hope ascends; despair consumes.

(Chorus)

Oh, the clash of light and dark,

A celestial, burning spark.

Stars above, they silently weep,

As hope and fear lie fast asleep.

(Bridge)

Hero stands, a valiant soul,

Through darkness, takes control.

With awareness, cuts the night,

Shines a beacon, burning bright.

(Chorus)

Oh, the clash of light and dark,

A celestial, burning spark.

Stars above, they silently weep,

As hope and fear lie fast asleep.

(Outro)

Though shadows linger, fear may rise,

Hope's soft flame will never die.

In every heart, a light will gleam,

A radiant, eternal dream.

Written, CREATED, PRODUCED, EDITED, BY

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

copyright 2025

Trusselli Art

California