In the darkness I wander,
For what purpose exactly....
Why it is rather somber,
For these reasons are rather deadly.
Light provides no cover of stealth,
thus it serves no aid for plans made.
It is more of a case of wavering health,
Truth be told...in its presence I might fade.
For thou has no infliction,
of person or otherwise.
It embitters me in addition,
that you move to condemn me with lies.
For the night is mine, and the day your course,
A sinner am I, hidden in the shadow of thine’s tainted force.