The Dark hates you too …

The night approaches

The Day is gone

From the bowels of the Earth

The Dark is born

We cower and seek shelter

Run helter and skelter

moaning and weeping,

“I hate the Dark”.

But what if the

tables are turned

and you are apprised

Just like you hate it

You the Dark despise

It gives you shelter

from dangers all around

sure it hides monsters

but aren’t you just one of them.

It gives you peace

Absolute.

And you run from it

to that chaos that is light

Fire.

Fire that preys on others to burn

And Dark which feeds on itself

Yet you worship the fire.