the darkness

If darkness had a grasp upon your throat and rock as if you were but a tiny boat. Of steel and thorn you wear a crown. You cannot fight the darkness if you cannot stand the night. And for those who worship evils blight shall heed themselves of dawns coming light to fear the might of the coming storm to live for the fight of the coming swarm to know the darkness keeps you warm by taking you so far from the norm. To bathe in the glory of the blossoming sunrise to gain the wisdom of one who never dies. The will of man so full of drive to to see nature through their eyes. The merciless chain of ones own lies the inescapable torment that will paralyze and cause your demise