Beyond the abyssal vile pits of filth there is a only a small flame
Producing a light source in the blackness of obsidian cold and barren
It cast shadows so the darkness is never truly gone
We can see the light for miles wanting desperately to be where bright light and radiance shines
The shadows that are from the light harness the full power of the pitch black night
There is no where to go to avoid it the shadows engulf your very essence
They are most noticeable in the night, yet they hide in corners and under objects never leaving
Day in hiding, night they have come out to play, but they are even around when we are asleep
Blackness is under our eyelids, physically it is inside us even when we dream
Darkness is upset, and today is the best that life will get.