Lumens

Irradiated in corner rooms; they talk in sun drenched whispers, Neath the sullen pines they lurk among the void Hope Less This varies, but they see the light shining down; touch forehead, look down. Assuage the lot of them fears, Pray More This varies, but they see the light of his crown; the absolute, the unknown Who knows a lot of their fears, Affliction Lit fire burns those left behind. Peace