Blessed black wings that fly by night

Cut through stars and shatter light.

Silver light spills from its eyes,

A figure through the darkness flies.

Like a lamp, the figure glows

Fire consumes its once fine robes.

Wreathed in shadow, basked in flame,

No one knows the creature's name,

Or where it's going, or why it is,

It continues its path, oblivious.

Burning brightly in the dark,

Lit against its backdrop stark.

Still goes on its endless flight,

Casting off both shade and light,

And though it may seem to contradict;

Without the dark, does light exist?