Glowing white,

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.

I cursed the angel then, for

What it tried to make of me.

The darkness of my character, its weight and its worth

Matters just as much as any light above from heaven.

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