Wednesday, August 06, 2008 10:58 pm
poem-
black glass shines at him,
he stares back, captivated.
the situation's appearance
is somewhat startling,
as opponents are balanced
across opposing sides of the court.
Nothing's perfect,
not even reflections,
of yourself especially;
flaws stand like scratches on black,
traits shine with jewels in the dark.
' screams at him,
silently moaning in pain,
as the darkness shatters
with a flash of his fist,
seemingly ceasing to exist?
they are nothing apart
but one again.