I love darkness. Dark colors, dark clothes, dark room. Days rolled, my dark affinity grew. Could you stronger and ultimately I became a dark seeker, dark chaser. And finally one committed to turn everything dark. In came a maiden, dark and mysterious. I felt animated by her very side. She took me into her guiles. I played for years a surf to her. And then appeared a saint, dark, mesmerizing and vindictive. He tuffed at me disciple by ride. I served as shuttle through decades. Up came a stream of darkness prevailing was posed wrong. It was cursed gimmick for ages. Dark became the badge of trism. A grand army of people chanted. Dark, dark, dark is answer. They were clad with darkness. There's bog darkness. They infused darkness in every walk of life. They ripped me the ass touch from their caliphate of darkness. I felt everything achieved. Dark would rain forever. But it crashed. Somebody struggled. Somebody ruined. Somebody quoted death. And somebody ripped apart the pole of darkness. There was light. Light abound. All knew when the truth behind darkness was sprayed as supper. As a gate crash to bring light. Not to create a dark hell. Friends who stopped in glory. Who never allowed darkness as a premiere of possibilities as a vanguard of life. They still are there waiting for a vantage. A sweep, a strike, a viper pierce to bring back their lost field. And I learned through my passage of life. My love for darkness was a text to run away from life. Darkness has been a cloak, a warrant to conceal. Dark had been my master, but I asked it a mental. I strove for darkness to become life. It brought Paul since it. It is time to find for light. And we never know.