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.