Standing in an age of finding

Truth of self eludes me, hiding

Forcing me to wonder and discover on my own.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing"

And the only head here rearing's one of darkness in my bones

'Ere I wonder, and I ponder if the dark is to be shown

If, in truth, it's in my bones.

 

Seeing, here, myself, though clouded,

Only wondering how so shrouded

Came to be to soul of one so clear once as Nikkir.

Yet becomes she Kalinara. Lives she, now, as the Dark Mother, 

And she draws her endless power from her growing Sightless Fear.

'Ere I wonder, and I ponder whether darkness is my dear

If etern'lly was it here.

 

Searching deep within my boundaries

Analyzing all my foundries

Thinks me that my ever-creeping, loving soul is gray.

Black it's not, though love I darkness; light, at times unto I hearken

Know myself, and, too, my likeness as that of a cloudy day.

'Ere I know, now, yes, and, oh, how darkness lights my happy day,

And bloodiest moons are my forte.