Every night I lit a candle,
warding off the dark.
I wondered what was going on,
in the blackness standing stark.
One night I let the candle die
and the dark encompassed all;
I was greeted by the Lord of Night
he was fearsome, dark and tall.
I asked him a question,
of what was important then,
I asked if was the King of Death,
here to meet me at me end.
He chuckled softly to himself,
a dark and chilling rasp
looking down from beneath his cowl
I saw hands slowly clasp.
“I am not Death, nor retribution,
nor punishment for your sinning.
I am the King of Night and Darkness,
I am the start of the beginning.”
With that I understood it all
and the darkness receded.
The spectral form of blackness gone,
its work there now completed.
HG – 1995-2000