As the light surrenders
To the taking over
Of the endless yet temporary darkness
I can see them twisting

Being fed by the colors of light
They are now struggling
Drawing their powers from the last pieces of white, blue and
red
That the light had left behind

Touching hope is their endless target
All satisfied by it -
They will go through different ways
On their journey back to light

Then,
They will all become as one
Lightened, colorless
Until they, the shades of me,
Will meet darkness again.