Light, they grasp at, claw at,

Licking their bodies, just silhouetted

Loitering in whatever happiness they can see

Larvas with a need of something they have not experienced

Living in the moment

Loyal and true

Lavish sunlight, skies dark blue

Lasting moments of new life

Lively dances at the break of dawn

Lemon pies in the evening

Lovely sunrises to admire

Late nights singing around a fire

Lest the fire be washed out

Levels of envy and of doubt

Loath and shame put to rest

Let the people who fight always be blessed

(Thanks for reading! This has been sitting in my drafts for… a long while so I finally got around to editing and finishing it. Fun fact: my real name actually means light)