The day, it seems light. As if the weight of the world was taken from my shoulders. The sun, it seems bright. As if a few graceful gods were smiling down upon me.

Though by my record nothing have I done to deserve this praise. I will not shun it to the side, rather I shall wear it as a cape. I will stand tall, and proud, and regal. I will sow this goodness and this wonder.

And long shall I be a servant to the light. And far though the reach of dark may be I shall weather the hate and shoulder this burden as a saviour For even after I fall, my deeds shall live on.

I believe that for the world to see it truly, For the human race to turn their eyes once more upon it. Some great cataclysm must pass as a light. So as to guide the children that we are.

Through the great beyond.

To you.

Now I have heard that you were gracious. Carrying yourself with a certain professional finesse. But now I have thrown aside the wool to finally see. That the truth is a cold cruel kiss.

How ever for my days I might have seen you there. Might have been, and should have gone, Now I have never seen the future of my life. Except for that dark, bleak beginning of an end.

And now I may say this with a heavy heart. That my chance has gone and left me. For now i have no cape, or scepter. No magic wand to ease my passing.

What I’m left with is what we’re all left with. A choice, that seems to lead nowhere. A single voice telling us it makes a difference. And that one moment when all else fades.

Into nothing.

Next Chapter: I dunno