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There’s a world between the day and the night,
Where armies of darkness battle guardians of light,
Where weak and wounded, the smallest stand strong,
Alone and outnumbered, yet they still soldier on.
A world of ‘what-if’s and ‘what-might-have-been’s,
Where we rise and we fall, and get back up again.
It holds far-off futures, long-ago pasts,
And all of humanity in a looking-glass.
A world conceived in thought, and shaped with words,
Where our yearnings, where our dreams, catch fire and burn,
Where valor and honor hold their heads high,
And rallying, we turn the darkest of tides.
The dark that dwells here is loathsome and fierce,
But by the slightest of sparks is stricken and pierced,
One truth dealing death to thousands of lies,
Goodness will conquer, beauty will survive.
We hold this world close, deep within our hearts,
It’s too tender a dream to bear harsh remarks,
It’s our work of art, it’s our own story,
Our creation, our comfort, just a fantasy.
I've dabbled in poetry. I'm not very good, but I thought this was ok.