When things get dark, I get brighter
Rainbow sword, I am a fighter.
The depth of things you cannot see
The dark; it is afraid of me.
My light is piercing, blinding so
The dark knows I refuse to go.
It will cower, shrink and fade
When I present my Rainbow blade.
Every time it rises up
I rise too; I’ve had enough
My legacy will outlast you
Your gloomy, dank, repulsive views.
Happy words of truth delight
And rob the darkness of its sight
As it stumbles, we prevail
Those of us who raise the hail
No more will you invade our dreams
No more crying, no more screams
Today you die; Today I live.
The dark has no more left to give.