Monday, April 4, 2011

Light

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It is his ability. His talent. His gift.

Did he ask for what he could do? No. But he knew that he had to use it wisely; properly.

Below him the city was full of darkness. A darkness that leapt from every street, alley, and building.

But the light! He could bring the light. Only he was capable of swallowing the darkness so that people could enjoy one more moment without crime. One moment without robbery. One moment without murder.

Sitting. Perched. Waiting. His light would take action and there could be one moment of peace.

It was his gift. His talent. His ability.