the Light at Hand

we are the light!
we are the light that must never grow dim... even when all else fades away, even when the night seems to overtake the day--like a shadowy grave amidst the ruins in a deranged nightmare...a nightmare filled with the blood-curling screams of the undead, seemingly endless to all caught up in it's deadly vacuum, leading only to the infernos of hell. . .

this darkness that swoops across the land, increasingly seeming so great, fades in comparison to the Light at hand! the Brilliance of this Light alone that should bring sudden blindness at merely a glance, indeed grants sight to the ones who are willing to embrace it... sight to the ones blinded by the darkness; clarity and focus to the ones who see, but dimly...and as for the ones who gaze at this Light in all it's Brilliancy with the attentiveness of a child, will be given the eyes of an eagle, bestowed with wings that will enable them to soar through the storms of this chaotic darkness, granting them the endurance to make it... to the END ...