I've ever hated still this dread abode,
The light was but too bright for my dull taste;
Gramercy, darkness grinned at me and glowed:
I could not help but hence—at once—make haste.
I sought delight in what has been unknown,
To me, and everyone; how bold was I!
And dared to fold away my comfort zone,
And scold how hard 'twas yet to cry goodbye.
Albe't I left, a part was left behind:
That helped me find the black beneath the white,
And good—or bad—is but a state of mind,
And evil lurks not only in the night!
I searched the closet, found no monsters there;
Then looked about: and they were everywhere!
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