Another one - Follow the Shadow

What is it that prompts people to write out blogs? What drives that compulsive urge to empty out their feelings on an electronic page? What drove the compulsion to produce a journal entry in the first place?
Well I am not here to answer any of that. I am writing this because my blog looked very depressing with just one entry.
So this has started out as the World of Shadows.

One thing that inspires me to write about Shadows and its world, is a major influence on my life, an anathema who will now onwards be called Tapirus.
It would be very hasty for me to be presuming that the impact would be life lasting and neither was it intended to be such.
Shadows were redefined and their entities confirmed, the fog cleared up and left innocence behind. And then that innocence, holding onto what it had, was uprooted brutally with unexplained force of the darkness that surrounded it.
Again it would be presumptous to say that it was darkness. Was it white pretending to be the black one?
For it has happened before where the one with the greatest virtues have proven to be completely opposite.
Why is Dark always evil? Can White be evil?
Why is Black considered wrong?
Why is it that the rays of the sun are always considered pure and the dark crevices not?
Why is it that the rebels are intutively driven towards the 'darker' side?
Why was Voldemort the 'Dark lord' and Gandalf 'the White'?
and most importantly would a 'Black' metal band like Mayhem have that much of a following if it was called 'White' metal?
Chaos, rebel, mayhem, mania, distortion, wrong, evil, black.
Shadows are us. Maybe we are the shadows cast by the dark images, we see on the road, following it intuitively.

I have no scientific grounding in this ofcourse, just abstract ramblings, am sure this issue has been addressed before, by people with vast experience, with greater knowledge to connect this with historic, scientific, religious and even racial issues. (which ofcourse are beyond the scope of my one blog post).

soft as a swan
she glides with her beauty
her heart of gold
softly she treads across the grass blades
into the flowers of fantasy
the breeze is whiteas her dress in pure
the silver in her hair
shines in the sunlight

unknowing to her clear mind
he lies in wait
in the flowers of doom
his reptilian heart thudding
the dark shadow of his being
looming over the softness
uncertain as he seems
his power is undeniable
his black staff lying across
a bed of burnt roses

her pale eyes
met his dark smoky ones
the rendezvous intrigued her
the silver lining turned white
in the flowers of fantasy
the pleasant breeze was still blowing
making the fluffy white clouds dance
Her evil smile made him shudder
His first meeting with the devil..

Is it unfathomable for the commom person? I am sure you expected this coming. The Tapirus hasn't been heard from again. Leaving many questions unanswered. Maybe for the better.




The blog does not intend to offend any race, caste or belief. The author was just bored.
The author is not obsessed with good, evil, white or black.
Several toothpaste companies have complained as kids no longer want white shiny teeth.