Dark Vs. Light

in his sinister black gloves
slides into the ring.
His creased face
Clad in shadow,
Lean limbs
Dressed in despair.

But have no fear, for light is here!
Her virtues shining, bright and clear.
I can't tell what she's made of:
Something glowing, shimmering.
So pale and pure,
So soft, so sure.

Who can say
It is not easier
To walk in the sun?

To arrive to the cheers of the crowd?

The End

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