This is the moment between Memory_and_Dream...
Where the world hangs in balance and all things are and
can be...
Where life meets death
And day fades so swiftly and silently into night...
Do you want to play in my world?
For it is as Real as you allow it...
And even Dreams can burn...
Some say that evil walks in the night...
Hunting upon the virtuous; preying upon the weak...
They say that the bright glow of the sun
Drives away the evil, allowing only the pure to proceed...
How wrong they are...
For in the darkness one can find beauty and wonder;
Shadows concealing the truth...
And in the brightest noontime sun
The hatred wears a cloak of light as it stalks...
It is in those moments of dusk and dawn,
When the world is enraptured again that this page exists...
In that delicate balance between the morn and the eve,
I shall endeavor to show you the world...
