Days drag on When that fireball Melts and Molds your pain. Light can't be chosen, It's forced upon one Free of their will. Instead of just suffering, People suffer in heat. They toil and strain, Feeling the pains Of eternity's beat. Hopes are few When one hero Outshines them all.
Nights don't drag, They pass too soon. It's only when that Corrupted furnance Is laid to rest That we can heal our wounds. The night brings with it Many heroes of different Lights and groupings. Soft darkness Caressing thy internal bliss, Moons and stars Reminding me that All but nothing is amiss. But the best part of all Are the tiny heroes that fall, For their descent lets us Wish upon them A better tomorrow.