Dear Darkness

To Horror, Disease; to Filth and Decay:
I can imagine your daily struggle.

Abandoned by the Light, condemned for that
which you did not ask for, this heated glow
of purpose, the cold drive of desire
coil'd within you that you cannot deny.

No chance for redemption without Love, or
a twisted transformation, Black to White.
No Hope for the hopeless; yet without you
we would not understand what you are not.

To Poverty, to Tragedy and Death:
You are a bigger breed, a sep'rate creed.

Only temper'ments lacking Pride survive
having no leash, no strong-willed Governess
to look down her white nose and swell with rage;
ignoring, berating, side-stepping Fate--

And here you are, tall amongst tow'ring waves,
Slim-fingered and humble despite the ways
You are villanized; a handsome Devil.
We do not realize how we need you.