sundark182

The shadow of the candle, the umbra of the moon The meeting is solicitous But they like their solitude The unrelenting paradox of the moon and sun in the sky Therein lies same enchantment As cool wind of warm night Cunning in its mystery, the winter comes from fall And then you find that what you thought Was never true at all There is a way to mold a perfect mask A façade plain to see Given solely to those who ask And in Obsession's icy grip The difference between pleasure and pain Is one you'll soon forget And this you will regret So if you yearn to truly see, then follow down that road But remember, ye sons of magic The