A valley

The valley of fog I walkthrough,
shrouded with judgment and thorns.
A valley of love, hate, and lust.
A valley that stands strong and robust,
but indeed a valley with cracks and mistrust;
Filled with endless stories of naught.
An anomaly it is, but a beauty no doubt

For I am lost in the crowd of blue,
People, a mix of angels with wings and demons with horns.
When light glows I shine, but also in dark I frown.
For I am what I made; I've got to stand proud.
A mix of good and evil to keep me balanced.
A mix of love and hate to keep me humbled.