Shaded Angels

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I was wrong all along
I mistook their frantic movements
As aggressive battling
Where but only one
Could win

They weren't fighting at all
They were locked into
A tight macabre embrace
Pathologically dancing
To each others tune
Entrenched within
Their mating

Darkness
Buffeting harshly
With jeers to smear
All manner of wicked intent
Lightness doesn't frolic
But holds no fear
Of dying

A feather, white
Cannot clean the blackest slate
But can and does uphold
Percents of burdened weight
From crashing down upon
The truly innocent

The right of wrong
The wrong of right
An orchestrated song
It isn't black or white
Yet preordained to play
As shaded angels merge
To perfected blends of gray



~ Soulstar