In a place so innocent, no pain to endure
a being existed, with essence so pure
It was a beacon of light with radiant beams,
unconstrained, spanning the seas
Brightening the sky, and all below
for all those who witnessed its beautiful glow
Then came a figure blocking its rays
intruding, unmoving, there it stays
The light shined on, but began to fade
as if the figure was of darkness made
The sky turned black, the seas grew cold
the land was taken, from the roots it was pulled
Everything destroyed, a mess not cleanable
by a figure, malicious, that seemed unbeatable
But some relief was had as the figure took leave
cackling, grinning, giving reason to grieve
Time had passed and the world had healed
but the being unknowingly had a fate that was sealed
It noticed its light was not as bright as before
when inside, a shadow was forming at its core
An entity so dark and vile as the first
grew larger within the dying body of the cursed
The being had tried to mend past wounds
but it knew that the shadow was coming soon
Knowledge was sought out in the hope for a cure
such a thing did exist, but was impossible to procure
Lords of the realm on this subject decreed
a being is a being, no matter from what seed
So the light crawled away, dim and weakened
the rules put in place had ruined this beacon
And when the shadow came to be, surely a taint on the world
it appeared as if the figure was there, twisted and curled
Smaller no doubt, but the feeling was the same
the figure who made it was where all darkness came
With no escape from a life so grim
a life with a creature, where power is with him
Creating darkness, and letting it exist
lords proclaiming laws are laws, do not resist
Where a great being of light is snuffed out
and a new creature is made that no one cares about
No words to give, no feelings to convey
there's only black and white, there is no gray
But at least one life was saved on that fateful day
even though that life won't want to live anyway
Now take a moment to think what could have been done
had the lords been more lenient towards the innocent one
There would still be turmoil, peace would be shattered
but life would reform back from the tatters
Unwillingly forming a symbol of darkness at the core
and being able to be free from it, and glow once more
The shadow averted, the figure back in its den
the being shines bright in the world once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem