I close my eyes and they appear
With sudden screams of empty fear
There's not much left, but what remains
Are fragments of the broken chains.

And though they hold no real power
As they can not make still the hour
And all of them don't create ME
They guide me to infinity.

There's one I keep to help me grow
It is the one that makes me glow
He's writing to you as we speak
It always brings me to our peak.

The other one I keep for others
The hunters, providers, the fathers
The ones that need a goal to live
Lost, they have only gold to give.

The third and final one of all
The one that embraces my soul
It is not glowing and not guiding
But it lures my heart from hiding.

So there are three, as it's supposed
And each and every is a ghost
Sometimes I rise to watch them play
Or argue, or just plain delay...

As each and every is a speck
And as I descend, they come back
To finish off, here is a quiz:
Who is the spot following wiz?