Darkness watches the world.

with unmoving eyes-
a still heart,
and vigilance that doesn't tire.

with a knowing stare
resigned to what will sometimes
have to be.

not vicious,
or cruel
(it takes a stronger sense of desire to shape these daggers)
a guardian on duty for nobler cause than the cold shade it reflects.

a keeper of the reflection,
second half of the equation,
chill air that begs for a flame of heat,

darkness watches remembering light,
sparking its life into being.