The Man who met Darkness

There once was a man who met darkness, upon a shadowy road.

This man feared not the darkness. For he was a man of mighty feats, heroic and bold.

The dark feared not the man. No room was there in its heart for fear, so full of lies untold.

The man cried out his challenge, raised his staff to fight. And the darkness fell before him, his power split the night.

As the man did stand in victory and the sun from skies unfold. It was then the darkness spoke in a voice all chill and cold.

“You truly are one with great might, to defeat the power of my night.”

The hero then did err, pride he allowed his face to wear.

“Indeed. No darkness shall ever make me flee.”

At this the shadow swelled with glee, saw a chance at victory.

And so the true battle began.

So the shadow begged the man,

Not for its life but for the chance to give him greater power

So that with glory and honor all would shower.

For a moment the man considered,

An instant he wavered,

And then he saw the trap.

With a burst of power he banished the darkness,

With bravery he destroyed it.

But too late was he. Too slow to see.

For ever after, that darkness dwelt in his heart.