Would you stand for Me?
I feel Alone in Troubled Waters, torn form what once mattered!
At Once, what was lite is heavy and to the Victor Goes the Spoils.
In the Morning comes the Light, there's no energy to fight!
At Dusk the shadows Fade at Crimson Grottos.
At morn the sticks will mark the hallows.
My hobbled legs are worn, yet not twice broken
Stand by...
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