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Light, the source.
Light, the bright.
Light, the indomitable force
of life.

Stow away, he who is young,
for Light grants no amnesty,
no pity for that which is sung,
no remorse for casualty.

Run, sweet child.
Run, go far.
Run ‘til your heart beats wild
and your feet are scarred.

He who falls prey to Light
knows all that is said,
knows all that is right,
knows all that is spread.

Go far, run away.
Light is naught but an end,
so find life in another day
before plague rises again.

Run, go on.
Let Darkness guide
to yet another dawn.
I’ll be where you can hide,
where you can fight.
So come over here
to the shield from delight,
to the haven always near.

About Author

Gina Kotinek

Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She can usually be found hunched over her computer, reading, writing, or searching for the art of conquering carpal tunnel and tendonitis.