If good is bright, and evil is gloom, high evil walls the world entombs. Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall. Book of Counted Sorrows Darkness devours every shinning day. Darkness demands and always has its way. Darkness listens, watches, waits.
Darkness claims the day and celebrates.
Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. Pity those who believe the latter. Without freedom, nothing matters. In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems.