Emptiness

It is a light as white as snow
The white as dark as blood

It is a valley where no flowers grow
Where no wanderer can find abode

It is a creek, pure and shining
With traces of life deceased

It is a cave where no one lives
Filled with carvings of moments past

It is a bottomless pit of emotions
An amalgamation unto itself

Lost thou will be in it
For it is the emptiness within thyself