5
Darkness still sends a chill up my spine.
The uneasy sense,
That beings of ill fate froth about within its cloak.
Tonight I would prefer the darkness to the light.
The form radiates a sickly color
A pigment not of this plane.
I pray the darkness could for once drown out the light.
It seems we’ve been abandoned though.
Or maybe I’m delusional.
But the glow appears to only be piercing –
Farther through the dead of night.
The Lambent 