I prefer to remain unknown,
Even to myself, opening up,
Parts of me, leaves it with you,
Parts I cannot lose.
My form from the former of,
The firmament, I’m told there’s,
Only grey, only what man can,
Stand but surely healer,
The dance of angels, flickering,
Dark show us the way, through the,
Grey into the light of day, show us,
A way from the darkness at bay,
I ask of you which parts of ,
Me you need to keep pent up,
Bound and kept from me,
Bound but surely jailer,
The flickering of demons, shimmering,
Gloaming shows us another, through the,
Light into the dark of night, obscure us,
From the light of day, my favourite game,
My form now in the form of,
The corruptor of the firmament,
Only sickened black, what man,
Stands but surely never,
I need to lose but surely healer,
A way from the darkness at bay,
Bound but surely jailer,
The piercing light of day.
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