Light. Keeper of all become cleansed.
Ward of the worthy.
Guardian of the good.
Blanketing all with radiance.
True kindling to the soul.
But what of those without?
Those with spirits dragged throughout.
Wandering about...
Ones without eyes for the light
Who live in fright.
Clinging...to the night.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Light. Keeper of all become cleansed.
Ward of the worthy.
Guardian of the good.
Blanketing all with radiance.
True kindling to the soul.
But what of those without?
Those with spirits dragged throughout.
Wandering about...
Ones without eyes for the light
Who live in fright.
Clinging...to the night.
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