Alistair's Shadow
Take this heartDripping black
See his face
And stitch it back
The sun is gone
The wind grows frail
Down city streets
To sing his tale
Under gas lights, ablaze
And gazes of cold
Stands a pale, young ghost
With eyes of gold
His feet will glide him
Over his watery grave
And he'll take over a heart
One more to enslave
A word to waver this ghostly tale
One more warning may be wise
Looking into his eyes of gold
May be the key to your own demise
But a face of a child can do no harm
A story that you do not know
Will take you to a world where darkness dwells
And hold you under Alistair's shadow
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