dark

Mine eyes are dim,

And thy shadows loom,

Dark,

Is the world,

Cruel and lacking of the bliss,

In old mother Frith's tales,

Dark,

Is mine past,

For through it,

Thy hearts were trampled,

Dark,

Is the ambition,

Cold and heartless,

As Uther Pendragon one must be,

Dark,

Is the swiftness of noggins,

Lack of the heart one must endure,

Light,

Is life,

Training it is for Eden,

Light,

Is love,

A great smile to a lady's face,

Light,

Is Christ,

Love and life for all.

-sxj6