Some Things Are Dark
by Edna St Vincent Millay; (late?) 1940s
Some things are dark--or think they are.
But, in comparison to me,
All things are light enough to see
In any place, at any hour.
For I am Nightmare: where I fly,
Terror and rain stand in the sky
So thick, you could not tell them from
That blackness out of which you come.
So much for "where I fly": but when
I strike, and clutch in claw the brain--
Erebus, to such brain, will seem
The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream.
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