Duel Poem by Anita Wisniewska

Black Prince gallops through the night

Black hounds yelp at his roaring flight

Black hooves thunder, crush the ground

Scattering ashes all around.


White Prince stepping through the flowers

Lord of glorious, shining hours

Bright and gleaming smiles the day

Silver, gold unfolds the way.


Deep in the forest where day greets night

There they will meet, there they will fight

The struggle to last a whole life long

Until their mighty strength is gone

And they are but shadows.


Dance of the shadows, dance of dreams

Sunlight, pattering through the leaves

Or rain, it makes no difference.

Faith and hope may follow there

Through pearl gates to the end of fear

Through to that silence where all is clear

Deep in the forest, deep in the forest

Deep in the forest where day greets night.