CartheInsane's Connection 7

The darkness comes before the pain,
With light's fair chorus of the rain.
Future's gone to seek her fortune, yet
Bitter past shall not awake, and fret.
My heart's long silence on the road,
Till soul's bright harvest be my goad.

Like darkness, my twisted sorrow reigns,
When as light my blood pumps through my veins.
My uncertain future has yet to come,
And ever will my past sound drums.
Broke hearts shall sing their song,
From sweet souls, till all is gone.

Feigned darkness has a life to live
Whence light has no spice to give.
Bitter future has lost her scroll,
Unlike the past, which is only droll.
Fair bright heart is found again,
In the soul of life's great pen.

Once more darkness is lost alone
Without fair light's shining throne.
Little tiny future stuck up in the tree
All past points too can't be free.
Little lines of a heart found aloft
Just for like her soul, sweet and soft.