Meifumadō

Darkness blinded the eyes.

A soaked paper. Black.

Weakness befell.

Tearing the very fabrics of reality.

Denial by pride, contradiction by power.

Existence.

The paper that should have never been there?

Spilt ink. Blotted paper.

The truth that will never be.

Truth no longer is truth, but melded with kind lies.

But Time tells no lies.