Afraid of The Dark, the real truth,

Even in The Dark, I find warmth in the abuse.

The Dark never persuades, never caves,

Presents itself in such a way.

The Light is comforting, I think I’m okay,

But we forget The Dark is inevitable in the same way.

Accepting The Dark is becoming immune,

Running to the light, yet we’re all still confused.

The difference between the two?

Avoiding The Dark, but it will always come find you.

Skeptical of The Light, the epitome of flight over fight,

But doesn’t The Dark have more of a birthright?

The primogeniture, life’s firstborn leading us in fear,

Disowning something that has always been there,

Belittling life’s true heir.

Even without human assistance,

The Dark will exist as long as The Light persists.