To Whom does the light belong?

At a Bard meeting recently, we were given a prompt, To Whom does the Light belong? After input from a few examples, my thoughts came out as follows.

What treasures are hidden in the dark?
Which are treasures, which are traps?
What if...
       What if the monster is me?
       And the light within me is dark indeed?
I confess, I'm not ready to face the Inferno.

My own light would seem lacking.

If I had the One Light,
The Light that kindled the Cosmos,
The light that shines through dark, fog, hearts, minds,
and sealed tombs...
The light with no darkness at all...

Then - treasure would not be a prize to be won, through blood, sweat, tears, compromise and betrayal -
       But a gift,
       Freely given,
       Gratefully received.
At the right time and place.