The darker side of my shadow walks with me in the night. The overcast of my shadow does not vanish in daylight. The darker side does not subside when nightfall turns toward dawn. It’s there with me invariably A test to will and strength. That which I must overcome, lest it vanquish me bequeathing my final remnants. It does so with such ease. A stronger space it yields. (The power that it wields) Those times when I succumb. A cipher and a secret terror. My darkest side, lay by my side within my darkest hour. The only companion that shares my space like logs fed to a lone fire. The scented embers center concentrated batch, fiery red-hot, yellow, blue borne from a simple match. Loss of control when I reach my darkest hour. Taking me as though I am sustenance — it’s me that get’s devoured. I am the rose; deflowered. The darkness in my hour. It binges on my skin and it purges my whole existence. My feat, my battle, my war — my ultimate resistance. Like the dirty grates I studied oily, black, defiled. In the meanwhile there lain in the distance, pure and clear as day the clouds were giving way to energy and light. Hope takes flight. Again, it will be night, The darker side ignites.