You gaze at your light. You put up a fight. The hope you treasured dwindles from sight. Defy what they say. Choose another way. Go fly to your never-ending day. Ignore the aching pain. There is more you will gain. For you, the challenge is still not enough. As I look at you from afar, I see the sky and all its stars. And in my heart I think I know why. Upon your head I see Two stems like bark of tree. Demons that plague your soul; show them to me. Your eyes that look for blue. See only what is true. The clouds part and we say to you: This is where you belong. - - - - - Aching Horns~ A Jerza short-story.