I don't own Trollhunters and give myself poetic license instead.
She walks in the daylight
Sometimes
Her mind is ripped back to the shadows
Turning, tumbling, losing herself to and
Making the darkness her own.
After all, it only existed within her because it
Invaded her and buried her
Light, but that power had to be destroyed
For some to return
And others to leave.
He once walked in the daylight;
It refuses to obey his commands.
Even the simplest one,
Let me walk within you,
Isn't half-followed
Even if he should be at least
Half-immune to the dawn's wrath.
After all, did he not fight to preserve the light?
Yes and no.
In the darkness he burned brightest
But no living being can outshine the sun.