the Truth About the Light

the color white is nothing like darkness
The snow is far better than the dead night
If it be pure, why then is it loveless?
If it be kind, then why must it blind sight?

I have seen its true nature, cold and base
but no such evil see I in the dark
and in some deep thought there is more good grace
than in the cold white with its blinding spark

I love to think it good yet well I know
darkness hath a far more peaceful love
I grant I never be caught in light's glow
curse it so when it blinds me from above

and so in the dark I find my true home
If light be heaven, then Hell I shall roam