Choir Of Shadows

In the darkest light performs

The enchanting choir of shadows

Bleeding its madness into me

Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole

Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past

I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor

Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone

I heard it got torn apart

It settled by my table and leaned on Its scythe

Which It still carried along though

It had gone blunt and rusted through

I listed to the weary sound of Its breath

And together we watched the choir of shadows play

All the way to the very last encore

Until even the darkest light had gone

And in the end there were no applause

Only dust covered the empty hall

And a sole harmonized, hollow heart

In the darkest light performs

The enchanting choir of shadows

Bleeding its madness into me

Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole

Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past

I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor

Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone

I heard it got torn apart

Until even the darkest light had gone

And in the end there were no applause

Only dust covered the empty hall

And a sole harmonized, hollow heart