My higher power; my chosen god

At Sunrise he awakens, me, with a sigh, for sweet dreams gone by.

In daylight he sings in the forest, free.

"There's no place i'd rather be...!"

In the evening, comfort, when Shadow we know so well as fear, yet respect, accept and fear still, is at the door;

Darkness...where we met and dared to die in dread or dance instead...

the home of horror, terror, error...and hope to be no more consumed.

He whispers in hues of silence; love not violence.

He is my everything; the light, the shadow, and every rainbow of true colour that i see

and with him i know i am not nothing anymore x