The darkness hides in my shadow,
it adopts the persona of calm
of quiet.

The darkness hides in my eyes,
only there does it roil and writhe,
like the monster it is.

The light doesn’t hide,
it doesn’t need to.
But I? I need to hide,
because I am made of the darkness,
and I can only hide in darkness.

Hide in plain sight,
if you will.
Will you?
Will you let me hide?

Because I have spent too long
in light.
I long -
for darkness.