CALL THE MAN
The brightness of a certain Light is piercing every dark corner behind some closed doors. Shut away for maybe eternity or a very long time. like a lone refugee, the rickety guard stood askance in an empty room as the light rise in his face. Like a flicker, he fidgets as unclear steps approached. Alas those light shone brighter as the steps gradually turned into an awesome damsel and walked by. Yet the light shone brighter and brighter blinding him as he fought so hard to break loose. Yet to no avail. Oh! She passed by and moved on, but if she can hear the voice of hearts, she will call the man bc he is still standing right there.