Darker than the darkest shadow,
Standing on a razor's edge
The light prevails the shadows.
Dark whispers can be heard
The voices crash into silence.
Lights dwindle and flicker,
The colors clash like split blood.
Dark diamonds flicker
Like fragments of soul waiting to be collected.
Dark diamonds are woven into dreams
The essence remains the same.
Divided I'm constantly chasing
The light to the horizon line.
The dark ethereal, the diamond in the rough
And hard to touch; the dark diamond sparkles.
Finding
the truth when diamonds are legend
There are greater gifts to be found.
They are Brilliant with beauty but do not show much light.
Only a
few can hinder what's really inside,
For truth be told not many can find
that knowledge
And depth of endurance that a dark diamond hides.
Just like a dark diamond darkness can embed your soul,
The pressures of life have caused you to harden.
The rarest of gems at the top of the list,
A dark diamond will always be wanted,
Will always hold beauty, always be wanted,
Can never be owned or idly flaunted
For dark diamonds have dark virtues.
=== by Kelly O'Hara, 7th June 2014 ===
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