Dark is the night,
Darker is the soul,
the greatest of rebels,
a legend untold.
A son of the light, meant to conquer the night,
underestimated by the eyes of victims who survived.
The story of one who reigns over the night,
is more extreme that what we had thought,
The lover of light, whose eyes so pure,
intention laid bare made him hard to ignore.
He walked amongst us, considered us his own,
Yet his idea of trust changed on a night so cold.
The heat of his blood that melted the snow,
the stench of his sweat that soaked on his clothes,
were all that was when he was left for dead,
His mind released, his conscience clear,
He rose up again with a heart unchained.
Remember the tale of the darkest soul,
born on the cold night of the pure white snow,
A story unspoken,
A legend returns,
The Ruler Of The Night,
A Nightmare Reborn.
