The Emperor has always found it strange that light is celebrated, and darkness vilified.
One day a shadow rose,
And cast a shadow of its own.
It looked to where the light shone,
And thought to make the night grow.
It bid its own shadow rise
And drop more darkness down.
It sought all light that it could find
And moved to block it out.
The light tried to fight--
To find the might to defy--
Blighted, divided, benighted,
It tried and cried and died.
The shadow wrought itself a throne,
And gloried in the lightlessness.
Its kingdom come, its will done,
It declared the darkness righteous.