Black And White
Life is black and sometimes white
Is what I’ve known in weak and might
But then at the end I saw the light
That life is not always black and white
Life is not always black and white
And not every man realizes its plight
At first one might think he’s right
In the end he’ll realize he’s all but right
And here I am helpless but still alive
Striving to find those thoughts I once declined
To find those colors that never aligned
To grasp the world in its clear mind
I remember the days before, the days I used to slay
Heartless killer they called me, for behind me the dead lay
Oh! How I strived to keep my murderous dreams at bay
But as if a frenzy, I only see the sword in my hand play
I’m an artist; art I create on my foe with red
Am I not gifted? For I stand while they lie smothered in red
I’m a musician; my music is where my sword is met
This is my symphony, for my enemy that l brought death
The silky night dawns for us to breathe again
Fear subdued the caged as their eyes led pain
Slowly they rose, with hate running through their veins
May be not today they prey, though they know in vain
Its pity how these creatures struggle for a single night
Kicking, punching and cursing hoping that it might,
Hoping that it might save them from beast, perhaps tonight
As with every creature it’ll be a long night of taming, tonight
It’s the sweet fragrance, the scarlet color that I craved
Not glory nor riches, like others have me enslaved
Even if the Greeks fell and the Trojans are to be saved
I’d still be slaughtering all that’ll stand for earth to be paved
But Troy fell on one moonless night and Greeks stormed in
And I killed and I slew all I can, not knowing what it might win
An arrow was aimed and sang to me, as my armor took it in
As it sang its final “tidings from Hedes for you I bring”
I heard a silent sigh beside me, as I turned around
To find a man who I thought I killed without any doubt
He was a priest and what he said left me astound
For I finally understood all that had me bound
“I am man of god; devoted to all good that man can see
And you as I heard as merciless as a man can ever be
If I am to be pure as white, dark as black you should be
If white and black are only, how dead can we be? “
“Son life is not always black and white
There are many hidden beyond our sight”
And he fell with those words from his plight
I will soon follow, for now I finally see the light
it'd be awesome if you guys read them and comment how you feel about them. I'm actually planning to publish a book with these poems. So you guys feedback is much appreciated! 
