Wandering Shadows (male)

A crack in the sky spills liquid ash

The trees are sighing with a brittle crash

Footsteps echo on a road that bends

The end of the world has no end

Eyes in the fog

They blink

They gleam

Or maybe they're shards of a broken dream

Wandering shadows

Calling my name

Through the ruins

Through the flame

Wandering shadows

Haunting my trail

Whispering secrets in the wailing gale

A tower leans

Its spire undone

Clock hands twitch but they point to none

The air tastes sharp like rust and fear

And every shadow whispers near

Teeth in the dark

They snarl

They smile

Or maybe they've been here all the while

Wandering shadows

Calling my name

Through the ruins

Through the flame

Wandering shadows

Haunting my trail

Whispering secrets in the wailing gale