It’s a gloomy yellow light,
a spot, if you will,
fizzling out orange and white on its edges,
never dark, no, never.
A bit like a ball of tinfoil
bouncing off my feet, reflecting crystal-like,
making me tap dance and shuffle around
whatever obstacle life throws my way.
My lord, it really is something, this gloomy yellow light.
I used to think it was a ghost,
a hallucination of sorts,
there to guide,
there to keep me sane.
It wasn’t to be trusted, right?
As one doesn’t just trust an extraterrestrial blob,
some days coloured in a reddish rust,
making me walk amongst battle heers.
Once I realised what powers it had,
making me learn me,
bit by bit,
it hit.