Revival's End
Slick like oil Silver slid away
Done with him its time to hide
He's dragged on to dawn a new day
Drowning, dying, mystified
Echoes of words pierce his mind
Verbal arrowheads inducing torture
Pain has burned and made him blind
Only doubt survived the scorcher
Seven moons celebrating hope
One sun's passing ends it all
He becomes Dark, he can't cope
Has his light seen it's fall?
Blood drips long and forms a pool
Reflections of happiness once there
Treachery begins to hold the fool
A fool who dared to let himself care
The effort made has left a scar
Love will strike to leave you dying
But since dying didn't go too far
The life of Dark must keep crying.
...who will you be dreaming of?
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