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If One But Walked the Woods I In a back room, Of a black house, I sit and wait, Wait for them to come home. He’s been out quite awhile, Only God knows where, And he’s keeping her Keeping her for me. I told him to take care of her I asked him to watch over her But he can’t be swayed. He babbles on about the evil, Babbles on about our end, Once he’s got a mission He’ll see it through. He lives his dreams, I guess that’s good. But this time I need him, I need him to watch over her I need him to keep her, Safe, Safe and sound... But evil does need an enemy… She preys on him Drawing him in To attack from behind. She’s a thinker A clever thinker Much smarter I fear than him… He’s strong, But evil’s stronger I fear for him in the end. Evil has so many faces Some sad, Some angry, Some scared, some terrified, Some sly, Some shy, And some who kill so quickly, They’re never even seen… I’m afraid he can’t defeat her. But still I need him Need him to guard her, O’ I’m sure that he will guard her O’ I’m sure he’ll keep her safe, At least my heart prays he will. O’ please be safe Please be safe Please be safe my dear… II Window window on the wall Smashed yet crystal clear Hold high your head Little fellow Stand tall, With height Be seen. See her, Yes her, Over there, With the man with long black hair, Yes her, Take her, Take her for me... Hold her hand And drag her here Now run along And be a good boy Now run along And bring his heart to me… III Fear The fear, I sense it Rumbling, Rumbling near. It’s her I know it! The one of evil. Bodies entwine with her soul Closer she comes, O’ yes closer she comes, We must fear with great fear, Yes O’ do we fear, For soon I strike… Day One: I stalk the prey Day Two: I fetch the bait Day Three: I guard the treasure Day Four: I set the trap... On Day Five I continued watching... I sensed that she was close, But she watches like the tiger More silent than the snake. The west sends her calling But doesn’t know she called, She sets her traps so carefully So when they’re sprung Little does not end. For she, She entwines us all… IV I did as the good lady bade me I went and took her hand The man was not watching Many plots inside his head. He fears the dead, He fears the evil, But still, he doesn’t know They bring the power to his cause... Though he may be of good And she may be the evil Some games just aren’t worth playing If the players won’t play back. Young I am but still I’ve learned from what I’ve seen. There are many kinds of soldiers Led by many kinds of kings. What most may not notice Is those who play the game. Not for riches Or for honor, But for the pleasure of the climb. It is these that we over look But these who win the end. Some players play it sly, Some may play it clean, And some may play with bravo Yet by mind she leads the way... In history there’ve been two Only two ever did win… One took her by the heart And the other by the arm The first smashed it for the other And the other flung her down the hill. In the end there was no winner For evil never could let go… But that is all in past Back before we saw the end... It was then, When I took the hand, Was evil then remembered… It was then, When I took the hand, The evil grew its wings... V In the broken light of dawn There came a knocking on my door In the darkness of the room I fumbled for a light. The door creaked slowly open, And then without a word I knew there was a riddle. Only then before Had ever I’d been so cold, Only before I fell her Had I really ever known How it feels to be near death, How it feels to see the cold, How it feels to lose your breath, How it feels to be alone… Now I knew that there was a danger Am I wished I had her here O’ I wished I had but kept her O’ God I wished she had but stayed here… For in the doorway stood The only terror I have known Right then I saw her broken, Right then my life was gone... We brought her to the parlor, We placed her on a couch, As I thanked the little girl Who could smile on her own… VI Into the house I faltered, Damage heavily taken And there it stood before me, The fear I’ve always known. In her arms, My partner’s last but fatal cheer… It was then I knew the end Was much further than I feared. He was badly broken, But only half the game was played. I knew I could then save him Since I’d caught her unawares She had planned for my demise For never my return But the faithful keep a' walking Even when far from home “You should never invite the dead, Strong into your home For they always Leave a mess” “You should never let stupid little boys play with your toys. For they are often careless and leave them broken on the ground” The evil one proclaimed, As she drew a gentle tear With a dark gentle finger. It was then that I knew She had planned for my return… VII It’s a curious little thing The love of something dear, And his love for her Was nothing short of dear. It struck me odd that he, The one who wrote my end Would be so gentle before his doom... Though struck he was with fear, He held his ground most dearly For he had always loved her, And still loved her must dearly… I laughed a gentle laugh As my conquerors stood so bravely, Embracing their destruction… But how sad it was to see The great Fall short a little girl… But something held me tight Something gentle held me back. Soft inside, So tender that it hurt, Called out to me to stop To let them survive I knew that I should not I feared I would regret it Still slowly I diminished... I began to understand, There is no fun in playing With those who won’t play back… So I let their failure slide, Though greatly disappointed, I knew I would survive… There was no fun in the kill If there had never been a chase. Though one had fought me bravely The other sat the by Though one had fought me bravely With out the other They can die! They were a silly little team, Dysfunctional to no end, But in some way perfected, Though neither liked the other, With out the other both could fall… Knowing this made it made it clear That the only way to play Was to wait till they were ready Then kill them all the same… VIII He was right in the end, He seems to always be, We should have lost the battle, Lost because of me, But it seemed that this was not The way things were meant to be… For as she turned and left us She gave us one last word “It’s no fun to play those Who won’t play me in return…” With this she turned and left us Her armies drawing back in flame With this she turned and left us Her evil clear as day... |