Spacing out between the clift
with nothing else to compare
not even the shadow
not even the light

the darkness mold itself
into the brightest light
creating the way
creating the flesh

because the light will run out
the flame will perish
and the moon will scatter
but the darkness is patient

it never runs out
it never perish
it never crumble
it just wait till the end

impossible to fight darkness
the best way is to embrace it
no point to hid the shadow
the best way is to accept it

the darkness molding the abyss
and the abyss create delusions
when the delusions rise
the darkness bright

no point on litting the candle
when the fuel is the fear of darkness
no point on cursing the abyss
there's no such thing as the darkness itself