I have walked among the creatures,who live under greens and mold. I have yet to see a sunset that will turn my heart to gold. The shadows have a message, so here I wait in the sunless cold. Please be careful scattered sunlight….Fair Callip has grown old. Fair Callip has grown old. My master has a puppet, it moves without a string. I returned for my life tonight, but I am a bird without a wing. I hum a children’s rhyme to cover up the scream. I hum this in my mind and my mind has learned to sing…my mind has learned to sing…yet deep inside my heart, it fears this awful thing…

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