The beauty of misery

What would existence be like
If we all chose to mimic the sun as bright
How can some live incandescent
Without the shadows and dark of night?

The notes of laughter infectiously float
The songs of joy upon the air, 
But where would smiles and dreams and blushes be
Without the songs of cold despair?

So let the sprites and pixies waltz 
Behind it all are those who cook,
Some shall get the crowns and sceptres, 
Some won't get the second look.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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