It was the fire that drove me here. It licked at my fingers and whispered to me about what it had in store for my bridges. Showing me the same promise it was making. Burning through what ailed me and leaving what it couldn't to the deep. The glass beyond the smoke. 10 stories of down that aren't for telling. Vast Dark a secret keeper and homebody. 'Virtually always resting beyond light' he tells me in a boastful fashion. 'Leaves up my ladder, roots if he digs' he says. There to watch the sun fall when I do. Wishing he could for as long. Here before the trees and the song he says they play in blue. Already missing what they give him. Willing to help them from his blanket we know as night. Mailed and sent private courier for when the time is right. Sitting in tomorrow. Out in plain sight. Playing with you silly. Not going to bite. Not after all this time. Not dressed in white. But later on for sure, there'll have to be a fight. Between good and evil, the wrong and the right. He'll stand in that time he says. Take a new height. Show them what can't be, from what didn't need light.