As I walk through the night a feel the protective Shadow over me,
The twilight of My Person has now since passed,
Plunging me into the Darkness of my dwelling,
I contemplate the Daylight now left so far behind.
I was never happy wandering under The Burning Sun,
That filled my space with Light,
Never certain what made me so, but knowing it wasn't right in the Sun that sapped my energy,
The Light that made me weak.
When I think of that person that walked in the Sunlight,
I am filled with hate and shame,
How dare he look like I do?
How dare he dilute what I hold dearest?
How dare he imprison me for all these years?
Though now I smile at how slow his death was,
Never again shall he rise to oppose me.
