We always tip the scales of time

When imagination guides the way

Angel prays for justice

While the Devil wants to play

Creation can be an illusion

One we never can debate

Without the conflict of these two

One for love and one for hate

Will the powers that be triumph?

Or will the evil always win?

Though purity is less and less

There seems to be more sin

The nightmares keep us dreaming

Though this is not what we should do

Awaken the promise of tomorrows

With the light that can break through

February Writing Prompt: Phantasmagorical – Day 1/28

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