The Dark is generous and it is patient.
It is the Dark that seeds cruelty into justice,
That drips contempt into compassion,
That poisons love with grains of doubt.
The Dark can be patient,
Because the slightest drop of rain
Will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout,
For the Dark is the soil in which they grow,
And it is the clouds above them,
And it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark’s patience is infinite.
Eventually even stars burn out.
The Dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns your hearth,
And in the kettle on the fire;
It is under your chair and under your table
And under the sheets on your bed.
Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you,
Attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
The Dark is generous and it is patient
And it always wins-but in the heart of its strength
Lies a weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.
Love is more than a candle.
Love can ignite the stars.