What is the dark?
Someplace where something sinister
Dwells?

No, darkness
Is relief
Escape from the
Burning, punishing
Glare of the sun

Where love can be
Practiced without spurn
Where fires cannot burn
But in those savage lands
Where Inquisitions
Destroy

Where the dark’s
Goodness is squandered
And feared
As some malicious tyrant

But who calls it so?
Who blames blackness,
As the shroud for all evil?

It is those who do not
See the bleakness of clarity

How nothing remains
In the eyes of perfect sight
Unblemished harmony
Imperfections destroyed
And ‘monsters’
Driven away

Now raging inferno
Come and spread your light
Kill the shadows
As they dance in terror
You damning light
Wipe those who hide as
Monstrosities from
The face of perfection
Which rots upon its own pedestal

Now speak ye who condemned we!
Speak with your words
Let fly the verses that hung and
Slaughtered the innocent
Strange beings the removed themselves
From your twisted perfection

Speak your hypocrisy
I demand it so
As the eye that watched
The perishing and
Cries
Give reason for your blaze

Oh tyrant, condemned
To burn what have
Ye to say for your crimes
Worthy of our ears
Because all in all
And as light falls
The dark comes back
Restoring and healing
Those who lack