Those of us who dwell in darkness seldom see the light-
As darkness is its own reward, we come alive at night.
Apathy, in truth: our crown, not one of us will deny-
giving power to the darkling, the ability to lie.
And in time our strengths will wane,
for born to mortal wombs we are-
but darkness lives and comes again
each time hope breeds a shooting star.
Balance is required for
this world to heal its self-
and every slice of heaven breeds
another piece of hell.
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