I am the light!

The virtue of being lit

enthralls the dark

But being lit

is being burnt 

And while my shadow

is what I dwell in

You see the light

The flame is sapping 

the life force

Soon the burning will cease

Soon the shroud

of cool dark shadows 

will drown the pain of burning

Should there be no virtue

in the ease and comfort of darkness

For things to lie low

and not grow

But then what's the purpose of me

While I burn

I make your shadows

dance on the wall

I burn

Not because I am lit

I burn

Because I am the light!