Between Those Shades

Now grasp, this bitter moment holds me tight,
It reaches round my throat despite my plea;
And I confess, I bow to its decree
Then dissipate just like the evening’s light.
Alas, all hope is lost amidst that night;
And weep, I kneel before a grave for me…
No, mustn’t take a rope, I shan’t be free.
Instead I linger on enduring blight,
But time provides a balm for tender wounds
And speaks the truth as though on fated runes:
The heart would never know of fear or mirth
If one could not compare those siblings’ birth.
Behold, the contrast given to their shades;
In balance dance as peace of mind invades.