• I am the storm
    Without the promised rain
    I am the white knight
    That shall not come to save thee
    I am thy quick, desired death
    Only to be revived again

    I am the innocent child
    But with every stain
    I am thy sorry killer
    That is also to kill me
    I am gentleness in the froth
    Giving forgiveness with a fang

    I am the shadow’s form
    Without caster to be found
    I am the breath before flight
    Lost in the final plunge
    I am the stranger who whispereth,
    The Lambent Darkling