Near the beginning there was Darkness. Owned Shadows.
When I first looked past the windows and saw the light,
I noticed some sweet looking fruit hanging in the walled garden nearby.
I observed this fruit and thought it sweet,
and I ate of this fruit.
And it was sweet.
When I realized the fruit which grew in the walled garden was no longer sweet,
but rather was sour and rotten,
I set sail for the Icy shores where Penguins play
in old Crimson hats
and have never looked back since.