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Thin and firm as a needle
Is the peak I stand on.
Below me all is equal.
All the lives are long foregone.

Above the towers clockwork
I portray the lonely guard.
Within my minds obscure murk
Rests my spirit, battle-scarred,

Basking on the bonfire flames
Inside a rotten castle.
It is bound with rusty chains
And weakened from the battle.

Whenever I leave my sheep
To visit the bloodshed ruins,
Of what once was a tough keep,
And restore them with prudence

I stop for the tattered man
Who once was my will to fight.
He recovers where it all began.
Next to the flame's restricted might.

He sends out a piercing glance
And the arrow grazes my head
To drive into wood like a lance.
But no response rewards the threat.

A sealed gate stands straight and tall.
Through the countless clefts and cracks
Gloom creeps out the hinged wall,
Drops down and turns to wax.

Two children guard the ebon door.
The first one is called dread.
Its halberd's shaft rests on the floor,
The eyes are cast of lead.

The second guard's name in fear.
It is armed with an iron shield
To form a repellent sphere.
The secrets are concealed.

The chains clatter and burst
As the old soldier charges again.
So the sentinels quench his thirst.
Three dancers in the bloody rain.

I leave my consciousness
Leave this darkest of all corners
No one shall ever know this secret

Neither the sheep,
For they are green

Nor the herdsman,
For there is too much I have seen

Description

Thin and firm as a needle
Is the peak I stand on.
Below me all is equal.
All the lives are long foregone.

Above the towers clockwork
I portray the lonely guard.
Within my minds obscure murk
Rests my spirit, battle-scarred,

Basking on the bonfire flames
Inside a rotten castle.
It is bound with rusty chains
And weakened from the battle.

Whenever I leave my sheep
To visit the bloodshed ruins,
Of what once was a tough keep,
And restore them with prudence

I stop for the tattered man
Who once was my will to fight.
He recovers where it all began.
Next to the flame's restricted might.

He sends out a piercing glance
And the arrow grazes my head
To drive into wood like a lance.
But no response rewards the threat.

A sealed gate stands straight and tall.
Through the countless clefts and cracks
Gloom creeps out the hinged wall,
Drops down and turns to wax.

Two children guard the ebon door.
The first one is called dread.
Its halberd's shaft rests on the floor,
The eyes are cast of lead.

The second guard's name in fear.
It is armed with an iron shield
To form a repellent sphere.
The secrets are concealed.

The chains clatter and burst
As the old soldier charges again.
So the sentinels quench his thirst.
Three dancers in the bloody rain.

I leave my consciousness
Leave this darkest of all corners
No one shall ever know this secret

Neither the sheep,
For they are green

Nor the herdsman,
For there is too much I have seen