He comes at dawn,
To reveal a way.
One that was hidden
Before it was day.

 Growing ever stronger
As day’s middle busts.
Growing ever stranger,
As day meets dusk.

He’ll show an object’s truth
But it’ll cast a shadow
The darkness of that object,
Is his greatest foe.

But still he comes,
As I have said.
Revealing truth,
What most people dread.