He stands out along the dark road.
Wrinkled skin from feeling old.
A shadow lost at the nightly shades.
To much anguish he had made.
Granted wishes upon the shore.
Reminiscing, he has been here before.
Locked against the wooden doors.
Just something you can't ignore.
What he Carries is his fate.
Get on moving, don't be late.
Amongst the wooded area of green.
Wipe off that smirk, don't be mean.
Along the bushes, a demon appears.
The voices inside your head, may reappear.
Don't shut down your strength to him.
In this battle only one will win.
Maybe, tonight is your sacred time.
Walk the pathway of your crime.
Stand up for what you believe in.
remember dark man, only one of you will win.
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