Blackness.

Poison.

Hatred.

Rage.

A taint,

So deep,

So dark,

So pure,

Even the Light cannot best it.

They struggle,

They battle,

Yet in all its greatness,

The Light is nearly consumed.

Evil has won-

Or so it seems.

A final desperate act,

One last resort,

The Light tears itself asunder,

And thrusts its love into the Black.

Mind-numbing agony,

The light fades and dies

Only to be reborn again.

The Blackness twists,

Contorts,

Withers.

Convulsions.

Misery.

Chaotic confusion.

And out of Blackness, Life.

Out of Blackness,

A being who is neither

Light nor Dark.

Out of Blackness,

A being who struggles with who it is.

Out of Blackness,

Hope for the mortals.

Out of Blackness...

Me.