The difference was clear.
Two entireties, side by side.
A second their divide,
And their bind.
The difference was not hard to say.
The difference was Night and Day.
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Night.
The light that never was. Maybe never will be.
Dark, alone, solitude.
Where the dark things creep, unseen, unheard.
Unloved.
Maybe that's why he's Night, and not day?
Real, Intelligent, Non-existent, Oppressed.
So that's what it's like, to be Night.
Yet, the stars are so bright.
And his eyes hold the light of the moon.
Just a shadow seeking the dawning skies.
Afraid, yet brave, tough from fright.
He was the Night.
Day.
The dark that never was. Maybe never will be.
Bright, cheerful, love.
Where the good things stride, dignified, with pride.
Happy.
Maybe that's why she's Day, and not night?
Anxious, Livid, Indomitable, Altruistic.
So that's what it's like, to be Day.
Yet, the shadows are so dark.
And her eyes are beginning to drown in the radiance of light.
Just a ray seeking the skies tainted with dusk.
Brilliant, yet dull, luminosity with nothing to say.
She was the Day.
000
The difference was clear.
Two entireties, side by side.
A second their divide,
And their bind.
The difference was not hard to say.
The difference was Night and Day.
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A special drabble dedicated to Axira and Cyxrus, whose birthdays are today! Happy B-day, guys! :D
This one's about their OCs, Axira and Rixon, and about how they are very different from each other, but somewhat alike :)