I know I should but...

I know I should post Eternal Feather but lately my mind has been on mind controlling powers and bipedal robots, so sorry.

Love is a will-o-wisp. A spirit that dances in front of your eyes, and leads you down paths that can lead to harm. He tricks you and makes you die in everything but his little flame, his flame of hope and happiness, warmth and peace. Then you plunge into the swamp, deep into its muck that sucks you down. You know you have been tricked but still you wish for the light. For light tricks us all into darkness.

In darkness there is freedom, no ties and no barriers to hold you from what you want. Flying on wings on wishes in which you selfinshly carry out what you want freely and obtain happiness for in peace you can not move in fear of trampoling others dreams. The peaceful man who dies not moving, breathing, or blinking, in fear of killing something. But in darkness you have no fear to move.