Literature
Dark
It comes at dusk, then retreats with dawn
a neutral force, but a pawn
to be used, abused
and trod upon
naught it done wrong
no contrite hearts
exposing pain
selfish they are, want to obtain
all possible gain
alas! from the fain
Its forms leave it scarred –
the victuals for the starved
the silence in the noise
the refuge to the prey
– scarred as evil fey
simply since virtue is used as sin
discordant din stays hidden within
until tuned by battle, then a war
the light shall fail
the Dark, prevail