IRC-Galleria

I´ve seen some lights
During my time in rows
But with or without fights
They´ve all turned to crows

They go for my eyes
Alone or in great packs
Until the leader dies
It´s bones gone in cracks

From a small opening
In the dark stained clouds
A light leaves the ring
Comes through the shrouds

By the frozen lifegiver
It was made curled
The light is quicksilver
The fastest in the world.