Striding across the stars

How long until the darkness takes me down? It doesn't matter how good you are because if you let your guard down for just one moment it will consume you. The bindings of pray and faith can seem like very flimsy protection in the long dark hours of the soul. It's like bring a reactor back down from critical; one wrong move and there won't be enough left to fill a matchbox. One speck of light in an ocean of darkness. One speck among many perhaps but still not enough. The most frustrating part is the inability to BE. It's not possible these simply is no way to truly BE here in this world. It's like trying to build a house with only a hammer. In this life the darkness will win it always does. That does not preclude my ability to fight and fight I will so that when it comes I will embrace the darkness at a time of my choosing. I am no stranger to the darkness, it has lived within me as long as I can remember, it is almost as comforting at times as the light that transforms. Should the tide every rise too high this light has no fear of being extinguished to ensure that others survive. There is nothing more respectable than an ancient evil; there is nothing more feared than the blazing light. In one hand a dagger of white, in the other a dagger of black. Which holds the poison offering a clean death and to whom?