The truth has fallen, softer than the light
of stars across a distant, midnight sky;
illuminating beams of misty white,
uncovering an apathetic lie.
Your face was but a distant silhouette,
your waltz was but a haunting masquerade.
The passion was a vapor, gone, and yet
I long to hear once more our serenade.
What gain was yours, what goodness did you own
by dancing round my soul? What was your plan?
I fell from heights of love and now alone
the starlight falls across my ShadowMan.
The truth has fallen like a veil of light
illuminating all the lies of night.
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