Darkness, my old frenemy, You've come to shadow-box with me: I shall not let you win today, I'll never let you win.
With the abyss you'll threaten me,
Make all my senses dead to me,
You will not wrest my faith from me
Into your rictus grin.
Despair, for all you harry me
Bully, harass, and sally me
I'll never let you carry me
To regions dark and grim
You tempt me with that last cravasse
Where woes and troubles are all past
I know it is an Auschwitz gas,
And a poisoned web you spin.
You monstrous spider sucking light,
You ghastly thing begetting fright,
You servant of the things of night,
I'll never let you win.