Purity

Walking the path of darkness
Where even my shadow prefers
To follow me not
The blighted skin of the moon
straining against the clouds to give
A single silver among the black
Shrouded in my body cold
lies a feeling, so strong, so unknown
Fear forgotten, horror hidden
A love so strong holds me true
Compassion for the white
Tainted so quick, the pure so corrupted
A passion for the pure black
The fallen, the void, untouched
As it encompasses all
Even the tainted light now pure...