The icy stars play their song,
Marching down to where the beggars mourn
For losses known far too long
Since the beginning, when she was born.
A man calls from the shadows above:
“Take her where they keep the rings,
Where the keeper must keep hold thereof
Golden bells and many things.”
The girl’s ever-solemn eyes
Catch the glint of his evil intent,
And her mind staying the wise,
She stumbles forward ever-so-bent.
Their hands, staying low, ugly and worn,
Reach out to the fires about
Their hearts fighting for the girl, and torn
But stay back with fear and doubt.
The Shadow-man leads the way,
Farther, deeper, into the city
And always far from the fray
Where horror stands aside for pity.
Finally, they come to the small house,
The servant waits by the door,
His eyes dance in the rain that does douse
But his lips won’t smile no more.
For he knows all of the truth
Of the Shadow, and fears the girl’s fate,
“Don’t be afraid,” says the youth,
For she knows what lies beyond the slate.
The darkest hour creeps itself in,
Keeping worlds away, apart,
Locks lock in themselves, trapping within
And this will be the best start.
The Shadow-man, lean and tall,
Focuses so that he might enter
With her a sacrifice small,
Her heart already lost in center.
Empty it is inside the large gate,
With nothing but darkness there,
The girl stands taller and proud to wait,
There is anything to scare.
A single step takes her in,
Suddenly the doors close behind her,
And she is alone the din,
Her vision fuzzy in the dark blur.
Then! A light! Coming from far away!
She straightens herself, steady,
Already unsure of this long day,
But she stays calm and ready.
“Who is this, that ventured far?
Too weary are you to even speak?
Tell me your name, little star,
And do not be afraid my mystique.”
A voice speaks clearly, in soothing tones,
Startling the girl, surely.
She steps forward with her shaking bones
And replies in words, purely:
“I am your one sacrifice
Chosen by the many men afraid,
The ones frozen in sick-ice
So that our peace is finally made.”
The voice pauses and stops to wonder,
As to why mankind betrays
Their own kind, to throwing them under
Like they are trapped in a daze.
Then it answers the small one,
“You will not die, if I have a say,
So take my hand and don’t run.
Together we fight this horrid pay.”
Smiling, the girl holds out her left palm
Where the light reaches out, too,
The creatures does form in itself, calm
To whisk her far away true.
He is a creature, but kind
Eyes look deep, like an ocean of blue
Into a scarred soul and mind,
Never allowing any askew.
