An angel tried to tell me my fate the other day,
Not knowing how I am the darkness
Which towers over the night.
When the angel discovered this about me,
It retreated to the heavens.
To which I said, so be it:
I needed no light
To see the night as
My only destiny. And
Glowing in my darkness,
I smiled at the bright side of my face,
As I drained its radiant reflection.
It was a grand and gorgeous light expulsion.
Each ray of life worn into death in space emulsion.