The Knight Of The Dark And The Servant Of Light Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

As I walked through this dark alley,
I looked for a man.
But he's the servant of light.
A shadow out of sight.
I'm the knight of the dark.
Light's his monarch.
We met one day.
In a dark, shadowy display.
Watching me satiating, he flinched.
I welcomed him instead, some moments I clinched.
He could not cross the line.
From the light to darkness.
I saw him sighin'.
On diminishing in the night, starless.
Why was he colored in disdain?
From asking him, I could not refrain.
Shadow:
'We're born of the same mother.
Yet I don't see you as my brother.
You rule on your own.
I'm in light's control.
When you spread your wings, I start fading.
I die each time my king (light) is radiating.
Tell me where I stand? I'm dangling in between.
I'm distorted, contorted. Don't you see? It's so mean.'
Then he staggered away, leaving me flustered.
To make him stay, no courage I mustered.
Today the answers to his questions I hold.
In their light I think he should not be consoled.
Above all, he is preferred the most.
Under disguise of pity, he's among those who boast.
Aint shelter and shade, his true sibling and mate?
They're favoured by people when I lurk behind their gate.
Still I'm the one who settle to satiate.
It's time that we should further debate.
Guess, I have to wait for that day.
When again he'll sit in a dark, shadowy display.
Truth be told, this time he'll be ashamed to walk away.