as
the priest to walk alone
to stand for the rights long

forgotten

as to cherish deadly whispers
yours is the evil revealed
through the smittherins

as though knowledge
is thy friend
long before your eyes would close
yours shadow will stnad alone
as the reason for thanksgiving

till long time from now
till the sky will fall apart
to glowless shadows

till your hands wont ever reach

again the pureness of my fantasy

till your whispers would make me sleep

again
and
again
and
again


then


your
shadows wont reach
my soul

no
more.