Darkness once emanated from Light,
A child of glow, not absence of sight.
Not evil born — but form and veil,
A canvas where the stars prevail.
Without the flame, no shadow bends,
Without the Source, no fear ascends.
And when we trace it to its start,
The dark dissolves — it has no heart.
For even night is not untrue,
Just Light… in robes of midnight hue.
