The darkest of paths is full of light.
Such a barren road is engulfed in a burning blight.
Those who walk it are forever blind
and this forsaken plight is the most terrifying kind.
So I tread lightly, black lantern in hand.
I spur off the light with my umbral brand.
I open their eyes
by casting off white lies.
So they can see into the darkness
Whatever the blackest of truths may bring.
To escape igorance' carress.
To make knowledge king.
Agrias Oaks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-lantern/
