My days... My days began in darkness,
And now, it feels I've always known them -
The songs of dusk, of lightless, nightly vastness,
Enveloping and learning from the shapes,

And grasping every movement, every sound...
I could not guess it was a path for me
Until I was a blackness on the ground,
Until I heard them speaking in the dim.

The shadows harbour life that rare people find.
I'm blessed to be a part of their journey -
To recognise and chase the scents of lies -
And cursed to keep the secrets as a warden.

I only let the starlight in my soul -
My found family all bounded by Night.
In every venture, I am not alone,
And I don't hesitate to shoot in sky

Or to become a shadow in a second...
I only wish, one day, to love again:
For someone else to see me not as weapon
And fill my heart with brightness of the day.

August 2026