Strangers
quite befuddling,
against the expectations
so frenziedly,
Just like the folks intimate
For you know not when
Light will blind you
And you will place palms
On your teary eyes
Darkness- on the other hand
plays fair
blinds you always
Keep moving
Don't settle
Let no land ever become
Other than the
Land of unfamiliar folk
Be warrior of darkness
For light makes it hard to fight
