08-05-2011, 09:20 AM
I used to think killers were
the most perplexing breed,
the equation most denied
answers by our best scholars.
Evil is tedious,
a simple shell bulging with lice,
repellent to behold,
and not worth our philosophy.
Madness can never be explained
except in terms which render it
an ailment beyond our grasp,
obscure yet solid as belief.
What really captivates the mind
are those the killers leave behind,
the mothers, sons, the lovers, friends,
they who keep pity alive.
What does Light think
on meeting Dark?
Does the latter give his host
a morsel of his own being?
I like to think the flames of good
can handle any bleak tempest,
and shining fierce in night's landscape
immortal wicks will always burn.
the most perplexing breed,
the equation most denied
answers by our best scholars.
Evil is tedious,
a simple shell bulging with lice,
repellent to behold,
and not worth our philosophy.
Madness can never be explained
except in terms which render it
an ailment beyond our grasp,
obscure yet solid as belief.
What really captivates the mind
are those the killers leave behind,
the mothers, sons, the lovers, friends,
they who keep pity alive.
What does Light think
on meeting Dark?
Does the latter give his host
a morsel of his own being?
I like to think the flames of good
can handle any bleak tempest,
and shining fierce in night's landscape
immortal wicks will always burn.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe