Vapid and Void

Vapid and void

His blade strikes the dark which cannot be destroyed

Neither created, and neither exist

It strikes at empty air with an inaudible hiss

Lacking all property

Of dark and of light

Fighting an enemy

Lacking in wrong or in right

Where the blade penetrates

It leaves no scar

Only the absence of predicates

To be, is, was and are

Consuming shadow to bolster its form

The emptiness pervades with forlorn

Sundering light til nary exists

The void still replies sans an audible hiss

Emotion and feeling in this hole

perspicuously missing in this vacillating soul

Matter and form need worry not

For they will never be

Much like a thought

Empty

Vacant

Vapid

Void

The blade turned to plowshare

Now newly employed

Creating in absence of care

as though the void were never there

A flash of light

Wild growth

Through third sight

The mind may knoweth

To fill the darkness

Thorough and pervasive

Igniting the sparkless

With a blade creative

For he now knew

Of the power of sheath from which he drew

The ink ran thick as life anew

For the pen prevailed

Where the sword had failed

And assailed the vacuum unheard

With blow upon blow of rending word

The hollow bled as only it could

Existing as wouldn't

Now it suddenly would

Completely and wholly renewed

The pen proved all it could do

For it was all the blade was not

Filling void, inspiring thought

While sword took

Men to their graves

Wisdom in book

The pen still gave.