In the dark,
With these thoughts...
On one shoulder, the light calls me,
But on the other, the Dark compels me.

One sweating while trying its best to fight,
But the other mocks its effort as it knows its winning.
Oh the poor, dim, stupid light.
Don't you know the dark has more might?

I watch in agony,
praying to be saved,
to be taken away from this Torturous Purgatory
Hoping that the light won't let me be enslaved.

My pleas being laughed at by the evil audience,
The light trying to muster up any sliver of strength it has.

But as usual....
The Dark always wipes out the light.