A silent cry from the dark...
On a cold winter night,
Upon the winding path,
There moves a shadow,
Quietly on its way...
As it moves on,
Unaffected by the chill,
Its slits for breath, and
Beads for eyes...
It roams only in the night,
It sees no day,
It keeps stalking, searching, waiting,
Until it finds, it keeps on walking...
Oh... The Spirit still lives...
From round that corner,
Between the ruins,
Comes a strange turn,
It very well knows...
The creature all excited,
Moves on to its home,
It has been a long time,
Since he felt it...
All his emotions then forgotten,
Now they come to life,
It knows the time is close, its release soon,
So it sweats, the winds still chill...
It reaches to the voice, but it pleads,
It croons not the song of joy, but of pain,
For its been duped by his love,
He left her when she needed him the most...
And now he shall repay,
For she leaves the burden of guilt on him,
All his waiting has wasted, nothing's changed,
He still remains the same...
Unforgiven Forever...
Cursed Forever...
Silently he'll cry Forever...
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