A spark –
I and everywhere,
Waves of golden tresses
All discovering, omniscient.

The dark –
I torment with my embrace
She flees, never dares
Hides, repenting -
Sins committed in dreams
Or penitent nightmares.

Murderer of shadow,
Leader of the blind
Screaming thunder arrows,
I find friends in fire
With burning bloodied hands.

I never meant to hunt her down
Lighting up her widowed gown.
Oh she grieved, and cried, fled
And I bent my eye down
Knowing she'd live if I was dead –
But she birthed me, glorious Night.

God, I never wanted this fight.