A white light
Dancing on the top of a hill
In the early moments
Of another beautiful morning
As if the sun itself
Came down to earth
To dance with the first flowers of spring
A black shadow
Darker than darkness itself
Living and dieing in the deep shadows of a hill
Life is miserable
Death even more
Rotting
As if Winter never ends
Everything was like it had always been
Until
Light, who had always looked upwards
Now casted one look down
And
Shadow, who had always looked downwards
Now casted one look into the sky
The moment they met
Two worlds collapsed in one another
The end of the world that had been
The beginning of a new one
Rivers of blood
Colouring the land red
My blood
Your blood
Flowing together
An eternal memory
Of things that were and things that are
And some things
That have not yet come to past