Last night you told me that you played with White.
Except that once before you told me that you lived in the Light.
I sat stunned as I heard you say
That we were not going the same way.
I heard your pain
as I listened to you explain
How it seemed the Light and let you down
And how you couldn't trust It this time around.
I felt your bitterness as you told
how the Light seemed to have left you cold
How It seemed It had lied and abandoned you
and how It was sure to do the same to me too.
The experiences we had shared
in a time before this. mirrored
the true character of Night
and the visions of blinded Sight.
The lies and deception it told you
the time and the happiness it stole too
The ultimate grief, anger and despair
Has with you yet to be shared
I touched your heaviness and guilt
and grieved at the existence of the walls you've built.
I viewed through the glass
Your visions of the past
I hurt for your despondency in the visions of what is to come
and marveled at the sum
Of hopelessness and death
that according to the Night has to face us yet.
The realness of its fakery escapes you
Yet to me it remains so true
That dances with Night
Will increase the denseness in the spirit to Light.
