The bright sun was extinguished and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal existence. Rayless, pathless, timeless, icy, and heavy to breathe.
But all it was, is no more. The lucid line shines fire from the dark floor. It warms the rock, it warms my feet and by the red air, my spirit is feed. Slow I go, with a smile on the face, tired but blessed for the opportunity to keep on race.
Following the light on the floor, looking around no more, I am back on the path, though I never left. The bright sun again I see, though from far, once more he is the one who leads. Slow I go with a smile on the face, tired but blessed for the opportunity to keep on race.
Wrote it( sounds like a terrible joke) with the help of Charlotte Smith and Lord Byron.
This is how I feel tonight.
Hope you all are doing good.
Cheers!
