Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill.

Theodore Roethke (1908-1963) U.S. poet.

It's interesting when you can take an everyday object and put a dark, even sinister twist on it. Edison would be proud... I think. Okay enough of this... I'm going to bed.