Walking in silence upon the dark, I heard a whisper carried by the wind: "Kneel!" the shadow said to me — Yet I marched straight forward, as if to outrun the night itself. I held no sword within my hand, Nor armor resting on my shoulder. Only a flame burning in my heart, Consuming itself with cold and steady patience. I know you, darkness — You have come for me a thousand times. Yet each and every time, You failed to extinguish the light within my eyes. I have no fear of you. For fear only lives within the hearts Of those who do not know its name. I learned your name long ago — And I walked straight toward you. Hear me, O night — Loneliness is my companion. My silence Is a roaring storm. And when the morning comes, Shadows will leave their marks upon the ground. Yet I will still be there — Cold, silent, and alive. "I have no fear of you, you wretched, feeble dark —" For I was born from darkness itself.
