I lie within the deep of night
            and hold myself apart
    A stranger to the very sight
that I so wish to chart

        By nature I feast on the dark
            as plants rely on sun
    As on small fish feeds mighty shark
as down all rivers run

        And I am built for purpose black
            and for it I am rich
    And there is only coming back
to my blackhearted niche

        I have not seen the light of dawn
            nor felt the warmth of day
    Wash over my skin tight and drawn
that blisters at each ray

        And yellow eyes bright with the moon
            and large and round and full
    Will cringe in pain and nightly swoon
to feel that coming pull

        Yet each night sees me climb the steep
            of cliffs above the sea
    In hopes I can escape the deep
recesses that are me

        And at the taste of each repast
            I feel self-drawn disdain
    Disgusts from which push me to fast
and fester in the rain

        And I am one but of the night
            by birth deprived of day
    Though I yet yearn to see that sight
which pushes me away.