Some people have seen, others have not,
My words of life that my mind has wrought.
I am from the night, and I am from the day,
In the middle I stand, unknowing what to say.
Look, but do not touch, these webs of speech,
I only hold them out within an arm's reach.
In time I may even tell the poems deep within my soul,
But for now, you'll have to make do without the whole.
Ever reaching for something beyond our grasp,
Our plight holds longer than an everlasting clasp.
As the target hides, just out of sight,
People continue to aim, despite it becoming night.
Flowers will sway in the unceasing gale,
Aiding the travelers who use a true sail.
One doesn't dare to stop, or fall behind,
And so the strings of fate will ever be entwined.
Waiting now, for the chance to go ahead,
Just be careful, and watch what is said.
Haste without waste isn't possible in the plight,
And one cannot go back once one has entered the light.
A mate is someone who is near,
Someone to love and to hold dear,
Someone to encourage you forever more,
Someone to heal your pain and anything sore,
Someone in which you can confide,
Someone from which you will never have to hide,
Someone who will be your eternal light,
Which will shatter even the darkest night.
Fire, Water, Wind and Earth,
Found even in the darkest hearth.
Lightning, Shadow, Darkness and Light,
All come together to form the plight.
Ice, Wood, Shield and Sword,
All things come of their own accord.
Beginning, End, Time and the Endless,
Even immortals are still restless.
Past, Future, Wave and the Fight,
Forces found even in the darkest night.
Twilight, Destiny and even Destruction,
All leave messages in their instruction.
The Truth, at last, beyond all others' reach,
Despite all those who would attempt to leech.
Hidden, deep beyond all other force,
To find we must leave behind our own remorse.
The Truth exists, perhaps even to those who doubt,
But no one is able to tell what it is about.
Even the Void, in its own emptiness,
Conceals the Truth behind all fruitfulness.
No one can know, but all will guess,
For it is our nature to find and impress.
Found everywhere, yet nowhere at all,
It draws us on, and we heed the call.
To what end is our hidden plight?
We should know, for it is our right.
Yet we can only grasp but a simple glance,
As we move forward through life's dance.
Hidden, unknown, everywhere and nowhere,
Could it be something we should beware?
Within its many faces you can see,
A whole different world that cannot be.
It tempts every soul with its form,
Of course, not if it was as its norm.
It fondles light gently, pointing it back and forth,
It shines brightly, not unlike the true north.
It is often paired with shiny metal as well,
But what it sees, it never will tell.
Pictures, Spirals and worlds beyond belief,
And we can only catch a glimpse in our relief.
We take a shot, of which we can work,
But the rest could slip away, an idea which will lurk.
Now, quick! Write that thought down!
Later we'll decide whether to smile or to frown.
There it is! The world of which you sought.
Now write it down before giving it any single thought.
When we're done, and have our ideas on paper,
It may only look like a collage, but it's something we'll taper.
Work with your ideas and create a rough draft,
But don't edit as you go, for you may lose your raft.
A beauty unable to be seen during day or night,
It only ever blooms in the true twilight.
At the time of dusk and at the time of dawn,
Its features so subtle it cannot be drawn.
Wounded by darkness yet pierced by the light,
Its plight goes on, beyond any mortal's sight.
Blossoming briefly for such a short time,
A wondrous image causing even life to chime.
Such a pretty flower with such a short life,
Only in twilight is it beyond this strife.
Hidden to us who dwell only in day or night,
This everlasting flower only appears at twilight.
Bearing your image and yet not you,
This entity has many things it would like to do.
Hunting you down without any known emotion,
Itís even stronger than you by a large notion.
Then if itís black aura draws too near,
Youíll have to fight it, even in fear.
But if you succeed, rejoice indeed,
Youíre one step closer to something you need.
If you fail, then simply begin anew,
Just remember that fighting it is something to do.
Fight it once and win, then eventually twice,
And you may gain an item that really is nice.
Gaining the Heineís weapons by chance you may,
And they are powerful weapons to wield any day.
But remember this point above all,
Doppelgangers will respond to any call,
And in many fields they will appear,
There is more than one, so they are a force to fear!
~Source of inspiration: the Doppelganger monsters from .Hack//GU
Long lost scars, never really gone,
A part of us, and lasting for an eon.
Pain washing away, as time flows true,
And allowing us to do what we need to do.
Gather the tears and the hope inside,
Listening, wanting the truth defied.
Lay it aside and let the mind rest,
And use it now for the deed that is best.
Now gather the droplets, the things to know,
Use it for rebirth, allowing new life to grow.
Use what is now to make better tomorrow,
And ensure that life grows, even in the sorrow.