Adira's Poetry
The Shadows
Chaos can be kindness
Order can be cruel
Strong men court slow madness
Chained to a rigid rule
Heroes rise in darkness
Tempered by the fire
Come! We call to greatness
"What is your desire?"
Where Shadows never fall
There can be no light
Daylight is but weary
When not halved by night
Wicked and weak we winnow
Setting your standards higher
Come! We call to greatness
"What is your desire?"
The Vorlons
Under our wings they shelter
The fragile and the young
Faint and frail foreshadowing
What they might become
The gardener in his wisdom
Chooses fruitful seed
And from his ordered rows
Plucks the errant weed
The garden's not for burning
A wilderness not a park
The fruit that is not bitter
Cannot ripen in the dark
With order calm and quiet
We our charges tend
And guide them in straight pathways
To their destined end.
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