Good and evil

It'd be nice if good and evil
Were clear as night and day

Killers
With claws for hands
Horns on heads
And hollow eyes

Vs.

Shining eyes
Full hearts
A generosity of spirit
Rippling outward in circles

But sometimes they're much
Less clear or distinguishable

And I don't mean
The trusted figure
Who deceives
The holy man
Who abuses
The counsellor
Who betrays

Something else even
Closer still

Two voices, together
Singing a duet
Linked in harmony

Two childhood friends, together

One borrowing
The other's idea

If evil cannot understand good
If the light shines in the darkness
And the darkness comprehendeth it not

Then the danger of evil
Is that good does not comprehend it
Either
Good reaches out
Because it's natural
To do so

Good can raise up evil
Hoist it on its shoulders
At a concert on the stage
On a sandbar in the ocean
Because it believes
In sharing its strength
Because it wants
Others to swim

It doesn't understand
Why someone would sap
Would hoard
Would bleed dry
Someone else

Good gives
As an instinct
As a principle
And in doing so
Exposes itself

Because you can't give fully
In solid armour

While evil
Cloaked
In the fairest of disguises
(Which is suffering
For what does good desire more
Than to salve true suffering)
Inhales
Waxes
Bloats
Until at last it sheds the cloak
And good sees what it has wrought

But what is there to be done
But try again
And this time
Give and receive