Under the black lights,
Nobody lives, nobody writes
Of life aside the tortured hive
Seen bloody smears from hallowed fights.
Under the black lights:
The targets set to those with whites.
The pure, whose love is slashed above
The bloody drops from ancient fights.
Under the black lights
Hides the dark, dispensing bites
Like candy games to children's names
In bloody lines from sordid fights.
Under the black lights
The evil lives, excites, ignites;
The only one to find its fun
In bloody streaks from wicked fights.
Under the black lights,
Nobody lives, nobody writes
Of all the whites, of all their plights
From bloody darks who end those fights.
Author notes
One of my friends is in a horrible situation right now. This poem is inspired from that and my feelings about it. I was trying to capture the basic essence of someone nice, someone who doesn't deserve the lot she's been giving, getting constantly beat down in the dark. Black Light Fights called out to that, since what shows up best in black lights? White. 
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Comments
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I like this a lot. It's very dark and rather sad, especially after reading the description. I think we've all seen beauty shot down, purity slashed, white under a black light turn grey. Yes, I like this poem.
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