I decided to walk into the light,
And now my mind is in a plight.
On one hand I am a highlight,
But on the other I am a twilight.
On my right hand I have an arrow of Gold,
And on my left hand I have a heart of mold.
My light side wants to give her my right,
And know the warmth of her glow.
But my evil side wants to give her my left,
And have this theft, corrupt her with shadows.
I may be new to this type of Bow,
And all I know, is Darkness.
But I do not want to sit in the Dark,
And because of a wrong arc, end up sinning.
For if I end up pushing away this light,
I might not be able to end my plight.
If only I could ask to see behind her mask,
Then all of my obsession will be in one question:
Is she the way out of my dark abyss,
Or merely my one moment of bliss?
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