Man was not made to dwell in dark.
His eyes feed hungrily on the light.
He yearns for brightness, and color stark
That saves him from the fear of night.
It's not dank creatures who moan and wail
That make men huddle bout their fires,
Nor the black, heavy, star-studded veil,
Who turns their veins into icy wires.
But, tis candlelight, that cheery host
Who beckons for all to hasten home.
For what man dreads and fears the most,
Is that he's always be, forever, alone.