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.