I lurk inside the happy child

I am the dark

My shadow stains the glowing bride

And plants miscarriage deep inside

I am the dark

I rend the infant in the womb

I am the dark

My hate aborts the unborn child

In savage pain and fury wild

I am the dark

I strangle hope in the desperate cripple

I am the dark

I spread foul poison in his mind

No hope of joy I leave behind

I am the dark

I hover o’er the starving child

I am the dark

I breathe my spite upon the corn

And curse to hunger those unborn

I am the dark

I dance around the helpless child

I am the dark

I guide the rapists’ hand and heart

As innocence is torn apart

I am the dark

I steal the future of mankind

All living things to me must bend

Yet I am not my brother’s friend

My hand all suffering must end

The murdered child, the hungry poor

Lay down their burdens at my door

I am the beacon of un-hope

To me beyond the brazen door

Come soon all born, both rich and poor

I am the futile scream of love

I fight the power of entropy

All living things arise from me

I am the mocking power of hope

I flare and die and pass away

Like clouds upon an autumn day

The Janus face of life and death

Of health and joy and final breath

Are born of us the three in one