Darkness appeals to me more than the light.
A morning bird’s song can hardly compare
To the wolf’s haunting bay at the moon.
Nor did a man ever question the
Majesty of the galaxies that sleep on a blanket of black.
Darkness suits me far more
Than her outshining brother,
For flamboyance never was a trait I did uphold.
Closer to me is my shadow,
Than the fiery ball under which I bake
Like a bird dressed for supper.
Darkness I would befriend quicker than light,
As I hope and I fear I was born of the night.