Darkness, darkness is most dreary and glum compared
To light, for light is the joy of spring and the warmth of a
Beautiful summer, but darkness is a spring which is bleak
And dead with life, followed by a summer which is as cold
As a bloody knife.
Light is the joy of receiving presents upon Christmas day,
But darkness is the horror-stricken sight of someone dying in vain.
Indeed, light is the happiness and lovingness of life, but darkness is The Painstaking experience of arguing with your beloved wife.
I tell you my friend, darkness is most dreary and glum
Compared to light, for light is the sweet full sound of
Sparrows twittering upon a warm summers day, but darkness
Lurks about the dead of night; about the eerie shadows
Upon a bitter cold winters night.
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