1 FORGOTTEN SUMS
In this world it was a very a dark one, a very cold one,
I spent most of the days on the edge of the light.
In these deep dark wooded places trying to gather a cull.
If it was to be then that I will become to this day or none.
The light at the edge is not what you think,
Its rather escapement and cursed.
The low lives are a many and fleet less.
I thought that I would find a something that would bound,
If not I will wait till the dying of the light…
In this cold of the night.
I remember my culling long ago,
In the war between light and shadow.
I held my head high and went beyond the edge,
To the opposite direction to which I knew nothing about.
Over far and a wayward,
Although I could see on the horizon,
A ground of lights piercing the sky.
It had many more spaces within its light,
Than my light at the edge in this minor maze…
HolyWarrior 