Our fires light the land,
we run ablaze.
Combat the coming darkness,
FIGHT the coming blue.
We are small/we may be tiny.
But until we fall, we will stand tall.
We will not cower, hide or run for cover
Resistance is futile, we are wise to know.
All that’s left to accomplish is elegance in the second coming.
1) I stole the pic off tumblr (I love Californian sunsets)
2) this sounded way better when it first tumbled out from my brain