The Arthurian legend tells us 
To enter the forest where it is darkest
In search of the grail 

A blessing is a curse 
A curse is a blessing 
There can be no second guessing 
That too much amenity 
Transforms into obscenity 
And the darkness must be understood 
In order to arrive at the good 

Concentric circles of hell 
Each one I know so well 
So I descend a little deeper
In hope of becoming meeker 
And when I arrive at ninth gate of hell 
I’ll know that I’ve done well 

It’s then I’ll become so light
And make the impossible flight
To the star fixed in the night sky
Of distance unimaginably high
It’s light makes an impossible journey 
Though the dark
To arrive at our eyes 
It’s unceasing in the stark

The light remains 
The light remains

Though clouds and tall trees
May tell us otherwise 
A curse is just a blessing in disguise 

A blessing is a curse 
A curse a blessing 

Do you understand the point I’m stressing?