A shadow as big as a mountain
As black as the space between stars.
A huge old tree that's lost its leaves
Yet as fierce as the war-god Mars
The shadow distilled with the memories
Deep as the arctic waters, ran cold.
It will always daunt, will always haunt
Yet leaves a feeling like liquid gold
Memory as insignificant as the tiniest blossom
It will fade as the world turns.
Never to be known, never to be shown
But like a fire, laced with shadow, it burns