In the dark ages, darker than time
There lived a boy in the blue moon
He was dark, but his soul was white.
Alone near the gloomy deadly blood red sea
There he sat with his broken wings, under the leafless lifeless tree.
Hopeless, filled with terror, his soul roaring for The One.
Singing old melancholic songs, of those who were buried
Broken into pieces, crushed, beaten into submission.
Who was he? Where did he come from?
Nobody knew, nobody cared.
Time was sluggish, crawling slower than a snail
Lonely! he was all on his own
Choking with the smoke of bitter winds and dust.
Tears were left out to dry, no voices he could hear
To wipe out his fears, to take him out of this sinister horror.
In the dark ages, darker than time
There lived a boy in the blue moon.

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