Cold as winter, strong as stone;
He faced the darkness all alone.
A silver god; a reflection.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future, black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
As he stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt, he hunts the shadows.
The moon is risen and he stands below.
He views his world through the eyes of others.
Black and white, there are no colors,
As he looks down upon a shattered youth,
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
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