Many children are born into the light,
a brightness that blinds,
but there are those of us who are born into the night,
a darkness so black that you cannot escape.

The light ones sneer at the dark ones,
those who's eyes have not been clouded in the daze of the sun,
the dark ones show no sorrow to them, kept inside until no one can see,
The cruelest words spoken are from one child to the next, but those of
the darkness pay them no need;
the brightness illuminates the details of all things, but lost in the shadows is the truth:
large eyes that have never seen the sun see so much more than they are given credit for;
they see the souls of things and the things that are kept hidden.

We are the small and the haughty,
those looked upon as different;
we strive in our difference and show all the world our colors hidden in the black,
Those of the light are devoid of our colors,
they hide it in their brightness.

We are the armies of the darkness,
moving on in the new millenieum.


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