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
And I have seen one, once before,
That sits happy
On its own.
Most have metal skulls that Time
Has given up
Whilst some have jewels upon their brows,
To see our lives,
Or as light that cannot
Look away and
Dances in between,
Through remnants coalescing,
Through a dream.