Can I wait right here,
so unafraid to hide my shadow beside the moon...
Figures lurking in the darkness, footsteps echo...
A chill you just can't shake as ever closer come...
There,
deep inside the coal mine was pitch black...
Understanding one another
is cliche...
These trees before me, sing so peacefully.
Their words are mixed with the breeze...
Ticking tick, ticking tick tick.
The lines are running slick...
Beware the pale faced smiley man
With cherry nose and outsize shoes...
Witchling dreamt and firstly bore
On pourus rock conceived...
These alien things
So green...
Softly fallen autumn rain
Makes a folly of the brake...
In darkest soil
At deadest night...
You think he’s the devil
But he has prayed for you...