Darkness, in all her unsung glory,
Befriended me to behold,
Her calm, quiet demeanour,
As she was all ears to what I told.
She showed me the moon and the stars,
And she spoke of loneliness;
I talked about my love, pain and scars,
Whilst I embraced her, awestruck at her holiness.
She was good at keeping secrets,
With no intentions that ever seemed foul;
Hiding the smoke that surrounded me,
Partly from my cigarette, partly from my burning soul.
Away from light, was where she dwelt,
Unnoticed and unacknowledged by any;
She was beautiful, she listened and she felt,
As I narrated my stories, many.