bring it out in the dark,
the familiar lack of light in your eyes.
the despair of the children,
the too-well-known brother reflecting on your shadow
tattoed on your heart and living in your head.

the lunatic is all over you
and you can no longer tell the difference
between heaven and hell.

otherwise, it'll be just an illusion
and that's just too good for you.
no, what you're experiencing is real
as real as anything terrific and terrible in this world.

as the hell angel
as the lunar eclipse
as the frozen flame.


nah, you are not the darkness' son.
that's too good for you.
thou art not special, milord.

thou, thou art thy own shine
thou art the darkness itself.

Valar morghulis.

And when the time comes,
I'll accept you.

I'll embrace you.

I'll join you,
my friend.