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.
I live under a bridge these days...