Darkness never wins and so you hide, while she’s dancing with the light. / You watch her. An endless reflection of presence and ray. / You need her. As without her, you can’t find your way. / You hunt her. Yet she’s faster than you, always winning the fight. / You want her. But she’s the lover of the light. / The only thing you fear and admire. Your dark secret, a bright desire.
Lover of the Light
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