Hard to tell what darkness is, Harder to tell what it means, And to face ours, the hardest thing. From myths to paganism, Music to suicide, Poems to night walkers, Human vampires, Who have fall, Have a Candle Castle as a heart. A little darkness, enveloped in worm silk, for who may want to see the word as a moonless sky... or maybe a poisoned tea cup in a witches' sabbath. Word's are not enough to explain what one feels sometimes, but we can try, anyway.