Dark Territory: Division Poem by Engin Kavrak

What I lit when I did
Did not deem to world to split
In great chasms of shadows
To a sparky lands of rainbows
To holding hope uptight with the doves
By who those that past us only knows
Our waiting in the tents at the outskirts
Rough and sticky shadows' outbursts
Flowly winds grasp and their cracky punishments
Our healers are quick and perceptive
Shall find their wound and relieve
As the wound carry the obselete mark
Of the divine's laughter in slight
Of a night's evening lark
As a glyph of mundane action
Fell into the grasp of shadows' faction
What mundane grasp in the tome of lores
Leaky shadows drink in the falls
Their heritage of the ancients on the walls
Marked and written in delicate tones
Is it a doom to survive
Before the eternal shiny eye
We better keep our hopes alive
For the corners of the heart are prisons
Of the shadows' grabbing hinders
Of those on the fun side lingers
To the stain of oblivion dissapears