they are the lights;

what is a Light?

Darkness is mine,

and Light is thine

I love them both,

I make an oath:

to look with Grace

on their Embrace

and as for me,

I'm filled with Glee;

too weird to Love

my mind a flood

aiming to sink

up to the brink

in my Despair,

safe in my lair

I offer up

my heart to Luck,

my soul to glories

of deadly Stories

I burn my eyes

with golden Lies,

lost in a Maze,

a joyous haze

I'm lost to fancies,

grim fantasies;

sweeped off my feet

by those I meet

Imagination

and make believe:

my Education,

it's them I'll weave