What do you fear when you peer into darkness,
Do demons chitter and chide you from shadow
What nightmares rouse you, shaken at the core
What makes you scream like a child at midnight
Lost and alone, in a world gone cold

There is nothing I fear as I stride through darkness
Demons sing praises for the angel of hate
It is only in sunlight when beauty surrounds me
Do I shake from the urges I cannot control

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 116 MA.