The Knight

The dark surrounds us,
Hides us.
We are wrapped in it’s
Cool embrace.
Though not everyone sees
It’s gentle symmetry
or
It’s subtle, silent grace
Those of us who
Understand enter
A strange society
An unspoken pact
We are sentinels
Of the dark
The secret laid within
Unlike those who
View the dark
As a cover, cloak
Or as simple rest.
But to me it
Is more of a screen
Or shelter.
In the dark everything is more
Than it is
More that mystery,
Silent but for a few who hear
It speak in its quiet voice.
It is a dark blanket that
Covers the land in
Deep blues and violets
That shade everything
With a new light.
Evil things chose night
To lurk and crawl
Lacing it with fear.
But we are the fearless
Because in the night
With no one to see.
Alone.
It is easy to be yourself in the dark
With the night as your shield
The only witness.
We are not afraid of the dark,
Just afraid that someone
Will finally see
The real you,
And
Me.