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.
Blithe Spirit 