Faith
How tells the Day, that saw a weeping Sunrise?
How well fair the Sun stay in the cold afternoon's gaze?

A promise was made and in return a grudge kept.
A brief smile began a lifetime of torment.

So small a balance was struck between the forces.
So started a plan through which human blood courses.

Truth hasn't time nor ability to allow itself seen.
Truth has only many mouths to say what it means.

Every complete soul has a package of fears.
Every Day sees a Sunrise shine through the tears.

Version 2:

Faith
How brightly can a Day shine with a weeping Sunrise?
How can hope be felt in Perfect's apparrent demise?

A Strength saw its weakness and left it open to all,
A strength left His Weakness to make Its own call.

So small a balance was struck between the opposing Forces.
So started a plan through which human blood courses.

Truth has not time or the capability to allow itself seen.
Truth has only many different mouths to say what it means.

Every Complete Soul has its black spots and fears.
Every Sunrise can burn and pull away from its tears.

I don't like the last two lines, I'm trying to fix them...which version do you like???

and:

(Untitled)
The match sits while burning
Nothing can quench his yearning
He burns, burns, burning...

so...

Filled with desire
He still plays with the fire
Sitting on his pyre

until

Ashes to Ashes
The match burned with all his might

and became

Absorbed in the night.