I see a pure form. I see everything that lies under the veil of good. I see all that could have been but never was. I see everything that is and is willing to be. Even good would admire its beauty.

It speaks to me. “Good is weak, I am the strength. Good is light, I am the darkness. Good is destroyed, I am the destruction.”

Its words, its fire eyes, its fire colour-held me, pulled me as though an unimaginable force, and I, just like it, overpowered my own good will to let it happen.

Just as I placed myself into its realm, something overcame me and I withdrew. More and more I stepped back knowing what this was. The good, the light, the purity of heart. The strength! For we all have the strength to overcome.