It's filled to it's rim, and flowing over on all sides
With a single source of light attempting to grow
To spread
The metaphorical darkness is gaining control of the scene
As the light tries to grow
"You will not surpress me!" Screams the light.
But the darkness yells back, "You are weak, little light. Become part of the darkness, and you will have overwhelming power, such as that of which we bear."
The light dims at the words, but still tries
The darkness presses on, "You are nothing. You can't light up this mass of darkness, you might as well give up."
The light lessens, and is getting weaker. It is nearly taken out, like a candles' flame blown off the wick, and the wick is left with smoke in remembrance of the flame.
The darkness sways and stirs. It grows thicker than blood. To wade in it would be as wading against a river's current. The room is bitterly cold. The darkness closes in on the light as the ocean swallows the shore. Inching and inching. Pressing and pressing. Slow. Painfully agitating the light in it's patient, but pressuring accusation.
But an outside light pours in, and the darkness does not understand it. It scurries, and leaps for the nearest caverns.
The light that was once small is revived by the greater one, and is brightened.
"Oh, greater light. Always be here with me." Says the lesser light.
"I will be here. I am everywhere. But you will not always feel me. Those times will help your light to grow and function with a greater luminosity." Says the greater light. It then gives a departing kiss, and leaves a shimmering trail. The lesser light is left to fend for the light, only strong enough by the power of the vital part of it given by the greater light.
Ready for another showdown of darkness.
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