The half-bright, glimmer of liberated souls
flicker endlessly in gloom-light,
calling for him to bring them home: The
sound touches his heart and he weeps.
As the sad tone fills the air, the shadowy
veil of gloom-light creeps
relentlessly over the earth and without
exception obscures them from sight.
He bellows his rage at the golden one; The Creator
of such suffering.
And his voice casts light upon the world,
shining into dark places,
giving hope, creating strength, and growing, as
it traces
