A Gathering Light

If you blink, you might have missed the gathering of lights..

Isnt it beautiful, the wonders of mankind which stretch and spread like a desease of undying cure, let alone be the desease itself..

I'm here to tell a tale, of wonders and speculate your mind with the thought of genuine spectre which is - A Gathering of Lights..

It began early morning, this cruel deed of men. A Saviour could only be the child. A child whom was save from the river of blood. Psamtek I (664-610 BC) was effectively the first king of the Twenty-sixth Dynasty. Ruling from the city of Sais in the Delta, a city of sins. Where men ran free of murder, rape and torture. Which they solemnly pray to the God of the Underworld, Anubis.

(introduction)

From Paradise Lost

With thee conserving I forget all time,

All seasons and their change, all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful evening mild, then silent night

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,

Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,

Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.