If one power wanes, another must wax. The universe seems to strictly enforce this sometimes maddening balancing act. But this time it seems the scales have tipped my way. I have remained while the darkness is slipping away. Could it be my time to rise, a flaming supernova out of the black abyss. I hope this is the case. I will not forget my origin nor forsake the lessons learned; but charge into life like a force of nature, empowered by my former curse. The waning of the darkness will soon be complete; the fires of my long dead soul are now burning. The fires will burn, the dark will fade, and I will rise.