Darkness As A Soldier

The window is an ordinary window, with metal slats that clang when you touch them, and a blue-and-white striped window curtain. The lamplight in the room is reflected in its ordinary glass, giving away the appearance of the lamp. But behind the lamp, behind the blinds, behind the country style window curtain, is nothingness. The shadows overtake the land and the black gloom saunters around with dignity. As I look beyond I see complete and utter nothing, as the sun has gone down and left its enemies to regroup and fight it when the dawn rises up again. One must wonder where the light goes, if not here. What hides out in the nooks and crannies, if not light. And why we must fear the darkness, if we do not fear the light. But as I look outside, I realize that none of it really matters, as darkness is still superior, and we are but its mindless followers, hiding behind the ordinary windows with metal clanging slats and watching as it marches past.