I am the darkness that follows the light
The Night that swallows the day
The profane whisper that drinks down sacred exhalation
I am the shadow that extends its hand
The crack of the whip that brings pleasure
The trailing fire that wakes the timid
I am the sound scritching against your window
The terror that burrows deep
The truth at the heart of your fears
I am the step that takes you deeper
The rushing wind that heralds the fall
The snap of wings, caught air before crash
I am the winter that murders the sun
The frost that quiets the fire
The fade that swallows the world
And still…
I am not the evil that you are.
Pelgris 