Colors And Patterns

Darkness the infinite eternity
Dwarfs the happened, the happening and yet to happen
Choosing the eternal
Darkness I become
The dark one that I am
The divine and the devil are but a small part
The divine I dispense with ease
If you meet the devil you better cease

Now that I've come
I've come with layers of patterns
Patterns of so many colours

Patterns of loves and hates
Of follows and avoids
Of walking and laughing
Of living and dying

So many colours, they shake and mix
Form many more colours

But they still sprout from one white
A white only broken by the prism of time

Timeless I am

Now will I live in this colourful mess?
Or turn it into rainbows?

Rainbows are orderly
But love is a mess.