The Light by Mitch Marcus
I'd like to thank Mitch Marcus over at The Argus for this guest post. The Light There are things they say that can't be seen, can't be held and can't be dreamed. There are worlds of wise-men dead men too, some too kind, and some too cruel. There are tiny places we all hide, the caustic evils we store inside. There are great big valleys and hidden seas, elemental genius and the Pharasees'. Time marches forward time stands still, Time slides backwards, always will. Lost in shadows mired by night Then comes guidance then comes Light.