Days of distance in a year
Decade grim with drawing near
In the line they were a gift
He called the swifter dawn his fear
But only then would he take flight
The bloody rise of sky's so clear
The red he prayed was not his own
He called the swifter dawn his fear
And he's been torn, and he's been sewn
He had no reason to be told
But once the raven called him out
He thought it might as well be shown
If all is good and all is gold,
Where's the heart he had to hold?
Desperation of the fate
Exhaustion of the young and old
And now it's found to be to late
And he's nobody to console...
And as the final sun had died
And as the final set was near
He knew it wasn't final then
He called the swifter dawn his fear
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