I am not afraid of the dark; nor of the many creatures that hide beneath its veil.
I dread the light, both failing flicker and spirited spark; whose existence threatens with the realisation that you are not there...
That you are but a pleasant phantom, whose sight I entertain - Beneath the warm affections of Midnight's rain.
I am not afraid of the dark, though I dread the truth; a gospel that proclaims a life without you. And light just happens to be its evidence, so within Dark's nest, I hide you.