Dark

A black abyss,
A world of nothing.
As fearful as it commonly is,
There is something.

It lurks within a cracked shell of hope,
Yet, it cannot be seen.

This broken shell is just a silhouette of others,
Trying not to be crushed.
Black and angelic feathers,
Lives that are sometimes rushed.

But not all;
Not two.

Bright lights spark between these two cracked shells,
That are healing together in slow, yet painless time.

Showing that cracks can be forgotten,
And hidden under the sand.

They hope to hide cracks in other shells,
In ways they may only dream.

But they can’t be stopped.
They won’t be stopped.

Because we dance, in the
Dark.