I feel shame when they speak of me in angst.

Despicable, detestable. Hated and feared.

Why must they fear my darkness,

When the peace it emulates should only bring them joy?

What doesn’t kill them should help them grow.

Instead, they only play the pessimist!

When will they learn that I am not so much unlike them,

Save the power of the night that fuels my flame.

I soften their pains and charge their desires,

Yet they curse my heart and home!

Such instances as these should never come to pass.

I was once just like them, living in the misleading lure of light,

But I found the adventure of a life in shadow.

There is no question!

My way is the right, the light way the wrong.

Why won’t they learn to accept me?

Does the blinding beam of light that my brother casts

Blind them from the pleasure that is so near to their grasp?

It is astonishing how they curse me, yet praise his name.

Why should they curse me?

I know the answer, but those days are long behind me.

So should the light bleach their eyes from the stark of a blackened night,

I would wipe away their fears and make their dreams soar above the stars!

If only they would follow me, and leave the path of my opponent!

I would lead them to the solitude, the beauty, and the comfort,

Far from the lies of the day.

I would lead them into darkness.