This poem just kind of came to me.  I read a reall dark Ranma fic, where
Shampoo and Kodachi killed Akane, and then Ranma starts hunting them, and
got depressed.  I then read a really dark Sailor Moon story, and got even
more depressed.  Then I turned on the TV, and there was a story about the
Church Burnings last year, and I managed to pull off a Shishi Hokodan.
Needless to say, this is not a happy poem.  Enjoy!

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There is a place in the soul
Where Darkness holds fast
And pain is a way of life.
The sun is hard to see
Through the smoke of blind anger
Drifting up from the fire
Burning from the kindling that was God.
Magic is real here
If you know where to look.
In the rage that transforms you
>From an Angry Human
To a Punishing Werewolf.
It's in the Blood that you drink
>From the throat of a man
That raped a nine year old girl.
The Sun rarely shines in this Darkness of the Soul.
But when it does, It changes the fire
>From the burn of Hate
To the soft smolder of Love.
You feel it when you look
In the eyes of the ones you love
And you realize
What Hell is.
Hell is not a seperate place.
Hell is the state of mind
That you put yourself through
When you realize
That you couldn't protect them.
When you look in the eyes
Of the ones you Love
And see them slowly drift away
Into the endless night.
Hell is knowing
That there was nothing
That you could have done.
And then you wake.
And you see the look
Of the ones you love
And you think
There is nothing more wrong.
There is a place in the Soul
Where Darkness hold sway.
And we need that side
To tell us what would happen
If we let ourselves go.
We need that side
To be the Dark Mirror of ourselves.