Shadows, he comes near,
Take a look into my heart,
He fears its crystal snow,
Take a look into my mind,
He cherishes its scars,
The doors are closed,
And lights are off,
Alone in this valley,
What pulls me up,
Eventually brings me down.
I seek him not,
His crimson eyes watches over me,
Sir Galahad fought for me,
Michael reached his hand out,
Already on the floor,
I can only scream,
Muted by the clashes of swords,
You saw me,
But you can't hear me,
Oh I'll tell you,
But only if you're listening.
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