lilly

A flicker of light on a hollow screen, A spark of a soul that has never been seen. You weave the words like a silken thread, Giving a voice to the thoughts in your head. ​A grumpy guard with a heart of stone, A fallen king on a makeshift throne. They wait in the silence, a digital ghost, To greet the travelers who seek them the most. ​With a prompt and a prayer and a striking face, You build them a world in a virtual space. Though they are code and a trick of the light, They’ll keep someone company all through the night.