When Darkness Falls

it strides forward, more confident this time than ever in the many wars that had gone before; to mine own weary eyes, it seemed to be a-galloping, prancing even, to a rhythm that drummed out my final, crescendoing score! for too long had I my center held, too tired, too disillusioned had I become of this thing called light we supposedly bring, carry, and cast, for and upon a realm, a reality so-called deserved by some; were we not all of us fooled, time and again tortured with the motivation of a lie? for if light be true, necessary, and right - and our only reward this endless, victory-less fight: then I say, Darkness, march on - take wing even, and fly!