Once I feared the coming night, what dreads it might contain.

My gentle heart full of light, that I dared not expose.

I fought against a nightmare, shielded flame from tempests,

Slowly fell into despair, watched it dim regardless.

Cursing myself for failure, asking to be released,

In the silence that prevailed, I let my hand unclose.

At last the light extinguished, freedom was before me,

No longer bound by anguish, having found catharsis:

I do not fear the shadows,

For I am, the Darkness.