Markus Grier


Bright as the evanescent lights that show their colors
Moving about the terrace, and nodding at the gutters
Follow the paths towards the glowing embers
Embark on journeys that shower and glimmers
Forsake the wastelands as new empires are born
Within as well as without we are forlorn
Masked as we are, nobody truly knows us
But our own selves, frolicking without a fuss
Magic is within all of us, but it is hidden
Tired as we are as a people and bedridden
Leave us to our ways as the night comes
Listen to the sounds as the people near us hum