VI: Sombra
It haunted me, the home I'd left behind,
Its crystal spires and sidewalks all aglow.
You fear the dark? Pathetic! Keep in mind:
The lights you bear just make the shadows grow!
Mere weaklings, all! And thus I sought to take
This feeble candle sitting in the storm
And turn its warm translucency opaque:
In ice, solidified; in dark, reborn.
But love, it seems, has strength I couldn't see;
A fire shared by all in its embrace.
In fact it's comparable to TNT
I found out as it hit me in the face.
My horn thus bears a fate I would forfend:
Embedded in a windigo's rear end.