sometimes you need to cover your self in darkness to hide from daemons..
blinded, you can walk, in night, with your heavy burden
trying to outrun the daemon
the sun being too strong and the light too unreal
you walk in the night, and howl at the moon
moon of your imagination
with shady wolfs -- looking after you
till the sun rises again
rays bring a new day
you step out
and forget
what service was darkness to you