Evening Lightning

Evening Lightning

What are we coming to, No room for me, no fun for you

What are we coming to, No room for me, no fun for you

I think about a world to come, Where the books were found by the Golden ones

I think about a world to come, Where the books were found by the Golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe, By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

Written in pain, written in awe, By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

All the strangers came today

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay

And it looks as though they’re here to stay

Electrical discharges in an incoming mass of clouds

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Khairul Hisham J. is a freelance artist, writer, editor, translator, English language teacher and a long time tabletop role-playing game player and gamemaster.