Behind closed doors,
In the silky watery feel of deep darkness,
Evil lurks.

Under every scrutiny,
In a light brighter than a thousand suns,
Good sleeps.

Evil steps out into the streets
Dressed in its cloak of secrecy,
On a mission to steal and destroy.

Good hearing the cries of those
Under the machinations of evil,
Awakens and sets out on a journey of liberation.

In between worlds, in between feelings
Good and evil meet
Like a thunderstorm.

The darkness tries to absorb the light.
The light tries to dispel the darkness;
Hence the struggle between heaven and hell.