Every shine takes a million little cracks,

Just to take hold of its mysterious tracks,

It wanders here and there, in a sea of nowhere,

Just to reach out to that which lies beyond rare,

In its eyes breathes a vision of noble origin,

A tapestry of unknown woven with pure crimson,

With every inch of its being, bleeds out a scream,

The voice of which gets muffled in forgotten seams,

And yet, it continues to clash with the might of time,

In hope to behold the splendour of majestic divine,

How amusing, to others it looks like an absurd struggle,

When it's the birth of that very light, once lost in rumbles.