I was there when you were in the womb,

I’ll be there when you’re in the tomb.

I’m always there when the moon is not,

yet run away when the sun burns hot.

I fondle you closely when you are asleep,

I’m where you go when you start to weep.

I am your beginning and I am your end,

for to me, your eyesight I will rend.

I move to and for at the cry of the lark,

forever holding my place as the DARK.