The Power

The valley where hills were golden,

And winding rivers stream.

I read it in a book.

Filled with chapters of magical realities, and tragically dominated lives.

Half of evil and half of love.

Equally they both have the power to be dominating.

The only difference is that Evil conquers you 

To death..

If you cannot cut the chords.

Love, guides you infinitely. 

Endlessly.

Up.

Just keep remembering why you're doing what you're doing.

Because as soon as you forget you fall and shake hands with evil, again.

And then you have absolutely no idea where you are.

How many times do I have to fall?

I just hope this is the last time I stand.

And for forever.