I have nothing to say about the dark.
Evil happens. Nightmares do come by.
Yes, I've felt some shivers. But even the stark
indignity of death does not terrify.
I have nothing to say about the dark.
Some things are monstrous. But I am ignorant.
I have run too long in the noonday sun.
Rejoicing is my mistress. Others are sent
to chronicle dismay. I'm not the one.
I have nothing to say about the dark.