Darkness; True Beauty. Poem by Madison Porter

Before there was luminescence, light,
The glorious entity the mind inexplicably seeks
With such desire,
To which life and joy are eager acolytes
And all of man flocks

Do they not remember
How could they have forgotten
Aye, innate
There was darkness, the void abyss,
Eternal, magnificent, motionless,
Pristine.


However it seems
That so many forget
They’d rather worship the light
As a pure, soul-giving promise
And they demonize darkness
As the sin of light,
Upon which maleficence and death creeps

Fallacies, they believe,
For without the darkness,
light could not exist

Darkness was the field, canvas, mother,
upon which light was so luridly displayed

Darkness is the true perfection
absolute without flaw
How can they fear it so greatly?
Light is a stain upon the immaculance

The void is the ultimate promise
as it was, is, and always will be,
The light can only be temporary
Some detain themselves within a fallacy
That light conquers eternal
and it will be there even in death
They are sorely mistaken
For the golden rays are just false hopes
Shimmering illusions no more palpable
Than the imagination

But even as light abandons them
The primordial ebony viel will always be there,
Even at the apex of entropy
When all wisps of light have slipped through
your outstretched fingers
The raven-feathered canvas remains


There are those ignorant
intimidated by its infinite reaches
and the arcane unknown that lurks in the rifts
So they create demons, ghouls and spirits
to occupy the nothingness

In truth there is only their own naked self
They refuse to look at themselves uncloaked
They don’t want to see
The real monsters
Much more frightening than what their imagination conjures