I like the dark.
Why does one say it is sad?
The sky isn't dazzling without it
A hero isn't intriguing without it.
I feel at home under the sheets
In a dark room, holding the hand of Silence
For we are old pals, acquainted by time
Words flow unsaid between us
Revelations new, thoughts of old
Scattered by the harshness of light
The brilliance of reality that wakes
From a peaceful slumber, even in unrest.
So I bid goodbye to my good friend
Leaving one hand for another
Only to greet it again in the peace of the night
Light and Dark are Yin and Yang
From their union a spirit sang
"Light isn't always great
One takes as much as one could-
And Darkness isn't really bad
It's just... misunderstood."