If I’m negative,

what would you observe—
you, of the light,
who fears downwards?
Yersinia Pestis,
pseudonym of Black Death—
I do not shy from heaven
nor hell in myself. 
Struggles with demons,
I forsake all justice
for the idyllic hero dies quietly
in the expanse of their own hubris. 
You meek know no tribulations;
I grew claws for digging beyond my mantle—
When the time comes, I will surrender.
Until then, only warfare.