Darkness birthed me and named me Pain.
Bestowed me a gift and named it “heartless.”
Taught me hatred and smiled if I e'er plot evil.
She made me a monster in everybody's eyes.
But the best thing is-
I cherished it with a gleeful heart.

When the world taunt and goes against me,
Darkness would whisper “vengeance” in my ear.
Her presence makes me stronger and bolder
and so, in Darkness's arms I find my rest.
She wrapped and clothed me
with jealousy and pride, and I adore it.

Darkness, a world where no peace prevails
I live in harmony watching everybody's pain.
I don't blame Darkness for making me evil
nor would like to change myself.
She birthed, clothed and named me too
so in Darkness, I long to grow old and grey.

© Limatoshi Longkumer