#078 Cyrus' Honor

My sweetest toil and trouble,

I never knew shadows could be afraid of the dark.
But you may wield me as your weapon.
I will be your sword aflame, your shield alight,
cutting darkness through the day and blazing lightning through the night.

But I can be more than your terror and thunder.
Let me be your night light.
I yearn to be the cosy campfire underneath your star-filled skies.
Even if I do not make it until morning, I will have no regrets.

As long as it’s for you, I will die a thousand deaths.

Your brave little lucifer.