They are crawling here...
where light shed is super freezing lie.
In crooked shatter of demise!
Hell finds light in broken pieces brought from something nice.
Hey! Pure darkness, find here the whisper of your sorrow.
Breath of pure morrow.
Fused like day in today,
brought upon the sound of light!
Dark bell shadow, how you came from yesterdays tomorrow.
Ever change in wonder?
No! Spoke solid in dark and depth, die!
Light, light, light how you marry the poor;
Pieces of tomorrow...

© Clarissa van Vreden