The Walking Shadow
(You murderer!)
My father is dead
(Your day will come!)
Dont hold your breath
The nights still young
Confront your death
Like father, like son
Whos this I see?
Approaching me
The Chosen One!
Drawing closer, pace by pace
The walking shadow hides its face
Never aware of a looming attack
Like stepping right into a trap
As his weapon
Finds its victim
Mortified, hes shocked to find
The shadow is Faythe