...A whispering void...

Of absent light.
And primal stead...

...'Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light'...

Misunderstood and vilified.
Evil and foreboding, Cimmerian shade.
Judged and cast out, even by the highest order...

...'Someone I once loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift'...

'Tis but home to the broke, and shattered,
those that the light shunned.
At ease in her delicate embrace.
And soothing assurance...

...'Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely'...

Her soft and quiet breath.
Undertone confidence, and hushed beauty.
The one called Darkness, the fallen grace...

...'It is our light not our darkness that frightens us'...

Morgan Siegel

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-478/