As night falls,
Darkness came in sight.
It devours everything
Even the smallest gaps.
Only black can be seen.
A color that diminishes
Everyone of its kind.
Yet, its deepest invasion
Is conquered too
By a mighty force
That opposes its
Strong complexity.
There came the light.
It shines and shatters it, and
Guides everyone to their path.
As a result,
Balance was born;
Their collision is not a war
But rather a visual treat.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
Terry Prachett, Reaper Man
Art by Cynthia Schimdt
Proton's Literatura Land 