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There's a certain way the shadows cast

themselves on my sanctuary's wall

that brings back skeletons of the past,

giving them the chance to cause my fall.

Bringing tears and making all eyes sad,

they pierce the heart and invade the soul,

and happy hearts no longer seem glad

or are hidden under sheets of coal.

When dark fits you, you'll know what i mean.

Hope it doesn't happen to you soon,

for it may render the heart unclean.

But i must now hide beneath the moon,

for at sun's happiness i fail

by crafting around me a jail.