Pixel Fox
For three decades the lonely blue headlight brick
has bravely stood vigil against the long nameless dark, that frightful blackness beneath the floorboards of its master's childhood bedroom. Left unwatched: a fertile spawning pit for all the terrors of a child's imagination. Yet unflinching stood the lonely blue headlight brick, forgotten and afraid, nonetheless loyally warding off those nightmares, determined to do its master proud.
Today was a good day, for at last it was delivered from that breathless void, released of its sacred duty, and honourably discharged from faithful service with an unblemished record.
It travels now to a new home, to be reunited with old family and new friends, to find a seat of honour and comfort until that day in which its master once more calls it forth to serve, this time out in the light.
And glorious shall be that day.
We salute you, Lonely Blue Headlight Brick.
For three decades the lonely blue headlight brick
has bravely stood vigil against the long nameless dark, that frightful blackness beneath the floorboards of its master's childhood bedroom. Left unwatched: a fertile spawning pit for all the terrors of a child's imagination. Yet unflinching stood the lonely blue headlight brick, forgotten and afraid, nonetheless loyally warding off those nightmares, determined to do its master proud.
Today was a good day, for at last it was delivered from that breathless void, released of its sacred duty, and honourably discharged from faithful service with an unblemished record.
It travels now to a new home, to be reunited with old family and new friends, to find a seat of honour and comfort until that day in which its master once more calls it forth to serve, this time out in the light.
And glorious shall be that day.
We salute you, Lonely Blue Headlight Brick.