Just a cold blooded Animal, Attending his own funeral,
Running thousand miles,
Rising out of his own ashes
With a cunning Smile,
He was:
Numero Uno in Sun,
Toto Hermit in Moonlight
Covered by Shiny Words,
With conscience in a fright
Lover of Darkness,
Wanting to cheat with Light
Blamed for Wrongs,
Never told,
The definition of Right
Just a Man with endless Might,
Giving up on his own Fight
He has all the darkness beneath him,
But even stars borrow his light;
Thanklessly shining Bright.
Winner of Wars without even a Charioteer by his side,
The Swimmer of the High Tide
Defeated by his own shadows
The conqueror of Thunderlight
A Confidant to Trees,
Knot to Kites,
A man with too many sides,
And every secret to hide.
Rejected by the Solitude,
The Gloomy Boulevard's Favourite Child.
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