Poems and favours for friends.

So in D&D there are these little creatures of good called "archons," essentially little balls of light created by good deities to act as their dogsbodies.
Somebody asked me to make a poem for a character's history they made who was essentially an archon that had been around so long they became self-aware and sentient.
This is what i came up with.

Dawn.

“Let there be light” echoed in the dark,

For good has come to leave its mark.

The waiting black burned away by me,

It fought of course, but I could not see.

A simple world, of day and night,

Born not to live, but borne to fight.

Eternity of conflict passed me by,

It ended when a voice spoke “why?”

The voice was mine, a soft echo,

The answer though, I did not know.

Both light and dark for me no more,

Both made me blind, and now I saw.

Not shades of grey that draw my glance,

But a thousand colours that sing and dance.

The world awaits, and not to fight,

But to cherish the day, and hold back the night.

So the first days came for the tiny spark,

The world so big, and the nights so dark.

There was fear then when I first came to be,

Everything so big, when I’m only me.

My new thoughts came, of how to abide,

T’was a wall I needed, that I might hide.

Not a wall, a cage! My inner hart whispered,

The world will see us though danger will miss us!

So the days grew long and I made my home,

With bars made of flesh and locks made of bone.

Though no flimsy cage could hold back my light,

Now with my cage I don't fear the night.

When the mortals see, their fear drains away,

And though I am scared, they ask me to stay.

Then the fear comes, as the seasons pass by,

Time takes it’s toll… they leave me… I cry.

For a mortal life is so soon to be spent,

My love for them given, and it’s coin well spent.

Though they may be gone but they did not depart,

For I carry them all, in the light of my heart.