He’s Vice and Evil, reigning over shadows.

He is unmatched and feared, and full of greed.

She’s pure and light; she draws her magic powers

From rays of light—The Day won’t face defeat!

The two opposing forces—Good and Evil.

Along the precipice, they’re ready for a fight:

And Evil sounds like heaven in upheaval,

And there’s hell concealed in love and light.

Inside the double rings, they’re trading blows,

The Day advances, and the Night withdraws.

Is this a beast or a face of an innocent bride?

Who’s waltzing along in this fatal game?

Is she held captive? Or seduced by night?

Or crucified between the church and flame?

In this white, hazy dance, truth and delusion

Swap dresses, as though costumes of the soul,

And she must choose one trail in seclusion,

Between a gilded ditch and Eden’s call.

The Night was first to lure her with its song,

The Day, late for the altar, took too long.

Is he an icon or an idol? Good or Evil?

His face is stern, inflexible and grim.

He gives a sign and, with a great upheaval,

The orchestra appears in front of him.

They congregate, blockading light, refusing

To let the silence offer me repose.

Their blaring horns, their shrieking, wailing music

Beat down on me without a single pause.

Into the depths of darkness, they return

Where happiness and tears can’t be discerned.

The darkness deepens, spinning and gyrating;

The vortex grows; its vigor will not cease.

All evil spirits, bestial and degrading,

Have gathered at the Master’s merry feast.

The sound of the church bell’s muted down,

Here, jolly cymbals play their song instead.

The circle widens and the din grows loud,

And wild fiends keep darting overhead.

Repulsive beasts are pleased to be displayed.

The crone, alone, prays for the light of Day.

The frenzied mob now fills my heart with fret.

They’re closer; I hear the whips and growls.

They’ll quickly snatch you up into their net

If you but blink, acknowledging their howls.

This beastly, feral mass appears unending.

They multiply in numbers, merging, blending.

And those they catch, bow down to the Moon,

That quickly breaks their spirits as they swoon.

A paradise for those who share their views!

All others—scourged. It’s now your turn to choose.

They praise dishonor and admire sin.

All hail distaste! And losing all control,

The wicked ones rejoice! They gather in

To flash their dresses at the heinous ball.

My heart grows silent, weary and afraid.

The horror and commotion make it feeble.

I must turn back before it gets too late,

The mass consensus justifies all Evil.

To the demonic grumbling and threats,

The tortured soul must repay its debts.

Amid the ugly masks my soul is torn;

How long can we embellish all this rubble?

I’ve started to resemble them in form,

I’m haunted by the visions of my doubles.

“What guides my life, and do I have free will?”

“The answer isn’t simple, don’t deny it.

You freely lived your life and ate your fill,

And yet, the voice inside will not grow quiet.

Learn to divide enjoyment from vocation!”

And memory rolled back with trepidation.

—“Your mind is gnawed by fraud that it concealed.

You burned the candles, shimmering in soot.

At times, the promised deal was worth a meal,

And in this stupor, Evil merged with Good.

I’m just a victim of some cunning game.

The crowd tore my flesh. They drew me in.”

—“But you were righteous once! Eternal shame!”

—“Then Evil wedged its thorns into my skin.”

Before your life disintegrates to dust,

Protect your soul from wickedness and lust.

Yet, there’s a land without hate and spite,

Without decay, where beasts with knotted manes

Grow into humans. And the love brings light

That strengthens couples, as the darkness wanes.

Here, different creatures soon become the same,

Instead of prison, here, they find salvation.

Two gazes merge as one and have one aim;

Their only lethal wound is separation.

And in this fusion, there’s no wasted time,

And light shines brighter if their love’s sublime.

A sunray from a charming, far-off place

Fell on the darkness and stirred up the

Night The crowd awoke, jostled in a daze,

And turned the sphere onto its nether side.

It curved, it shook, it tore the ray with passion,

The trumpets blared a triumph over Light.

The crowds rang a small bell for compassion,

And no one could discern the Day from Night.

A shady demon broke into the Day,

Upturned the space and quickly flew away.

The beasts will go wherever darkness goes.

They feast in pitch-black jaws of open vastness.

The crowd hoots and cries, and Evil grows

Rejoicing in their idle world of darkness.

An old man came, who wouldn’t yield to doubt,

He fused his soul with light and held his stance,

He never flinched, when demons shook the ground,

And pierced the Devil’s tail with his lance.

His fighting, battered soul would not abate.

The Evil wailed, overcome with hate.

One Serpent fell, and whistled, with a hiss,

And instantly, another came and fought;

He spun the wounded light by the abyss,

And wound himself around the victim’s throat.

Embraced by fear, above your deep disdain,

You shut your eyes—and something changed inside.

In the abyss of the hopelessness, you strained

And blocked the path that led you towards Light.

The blindness and fear that made you tense

Are welcomed where the black of night is dense.

A flood of light and fire filled the heavens;

Along the sky, a murky chasm grew

And with a bullock cart of fallen rebels,

It sliced the Good and Evil into two.

Defiling light, it spins the world around,

And crushes victims with its heavy load.

And trampling the daylight to the ground,

The stallion returns to his abode.

He gallops to his master, black and stern,

And conquers fallen souls, on every turn.

The day is crushed; it blended with the night.

There’s deathly chaos and the whirlpools surge.

The soul-destroyers force their way inside

Of living bodies, much like Demiurge.

A spirit-catcher, full of lies and guile,

He bought your liberty with gifts of vice and sin.

Your soul was fractured then, and in the wild,

You had obtained your feral, beastly grin.

As Day continued moaning, you seemed pleased.

Hail utter darkness! Daylight is deceased!

The shadow parted from the loosened glaze,

The time had stopped. And someone’s wearied stare

Gazed back at me. This awful beastly gaze

Appeared, as in the mirror, from thin air.

The shadow showed my destiny and lingered;

It seemed so strange; it filled my soul with dread.

My own reflection pointed its finger,

And placed the devil’s crown on my head.

This crown felt so chilling and austere,

“You’re chosen!”

I awoke.

The day was near!