It's been years since I last felt afraid of the dark, but the half-dark of the basement in the light of that single bulb can still make my spine shiver. Of course I keep the bulb on anyway, since a creepy basement where I can sort-of see is better than a non-creepy one where I'm blind. But the thought of a darkness that's preferable to light inspired me to think of a behavioral palindrome:
The room was very dark, which made
the child cry in terror
The mother lit a candle, which
turned out to be an error.
The tiny flame cast shadows like
the shreds of scary dreams
so that the child couldn't stop
her shrill and piercing screams.
The shadows terrified her more
than darkness ever did —
that’s why her mom blew out the light
and in the dark they hid.