I woke one morning the sun was bright.
The mist was cool, the evening dark.
Shining with a glorious light.
I loosed the trigger, missed my mark.
I took a walk, ‘neath age-old trees.
I ran off, silent in the night.
The sky as blue as barmy seas.
The moon cast down revealing light.
In, out. I breathe the sweet spring air.
In hot pursuit they chased me down.
The breeze plays through my silken hair.
I disappear in shadow’s crown.
I walk through woods that seem so old.
With hair of pitch, she comes my way.
A girl runs toward with hair of gold.
Dark ebony and all asway.
Though hair is gold, her clothes are black.
In opposite, she wears a white.
A murderous glare, her eyes attack.
Warmth in her eyes a foolish blight.
A mirror image of my own.
I see reflected back my face.
This girl is frightening, I run home.
I slink away, restart the chase.
Misa: I can't imagine a world without Light!
L: Yes, that would be dark.