sometimes so delicate and lightly with skilled seduction it conditions you for its welcome
sometimes forceful and passionately dark, like the night and fears wrapped into one cloak it forces you homelike into the darkness where the peace is only a temporary ruse manipulation to ready you for your deathly dangle again and again.
sometimes it appears helpless and calls you in with longing and pain-filled eyes. it prays upon your light and draws it out of you good-naturedly and makes you feel needed, promising to love the light...
but oh, the smothering is the most cunning of all these things,
learning to breathe with light is not an easy thing, you must learn wise and sacrifice for together these are powerful things.
what glitters is the cold what shines is the soul what covers is the darkness what opens is the light
anyone clothed in darkness is only one thought away from light and that is that they must deny the power of the dark as it is no match for the holy light.
a soul is not permitted to stay too long in one or the other, that's why the sun and the moon were made
and each disappear behind a shroud, here and there to make you understand how it is that love and hate go around, for one must contrast the other each as capable but none is sustainable.
so thus measure your darkness with the balance of light and enjoy the strength you gain in the fight
may you endeavour in the end to not let the other win then may your soul take flight, a higher journey is always a touch away ever just in sight.