In the darkest of times there is hope,
Wrapped in dread and chains,
A sacrifice for more time,
For more freedom.
Courts of sand and wind,
blaring through the air,
Shredding like claws down the spines of those unworthy,
Leaving no mercy for the wicked.
From one to another,
Handed off as a pawn in a game of war,
Tied once more,
Her power taken, her name forgotten.
Trees that lasted in shades of evergreen,
As strong as walls that never moved,
Stuck and bound to one another,
Makes this nothing for two lovers.
There was beauty in walls,
Simplicity in getting away,
A luxury that could only be held as long as flowers bloomed,
Once the last petal fell, it was over.
Death the price to pay,
Ecstasy its reward,
Meeting in the shadows,
Where no one could see.
Find me at its end,
They whispered,
Then a catch,
If you dare.
-The Ballad of Shadows-
