I wrote this on a whim as the thoughts of a certain character from The Element Adventures who awakens late at night.

INCOMPLETE - but bedtime now :)

Some souls, they say, are made of gold,

And others cold

As stone,

And I have seen one, once before,

That sits happy

On its own.

Most have metal skulls that Time

Has given up

To rust, 

Whilst some have jewels upon their brows,

To see our lives,

Like dust.

Or as light that cannot

Look away and

Dances in between,

Through remnants coalescing,


Through a dream.

The End

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