Death is my friend.
Darkness is my brother.
Light is my brother.
They fight together
While they fight
I sit and watch.
When I find love,
If he is good
Darkness takes him.
If he is bad
Light takes him.
I have no friends.
No life.
I might as well be dead.
But I live
for only one reason.
To find who
can beat
both darkness and light.
Someone who is both
a creature of the night
and a dweller in the light.
Until that day,
I sit here and watch
My brothers fight.
Death and I
can only watch.
For now.
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