Naught more than a silhouette,
A silent shadow in the night.
A whisper among the willows,
Not much more than a dream.
Is it really a dream?
Or is it reality?
What lay in store for you?
What becomes of today?
The light may fade in twilight,
In a purplish haze.
But it returns in the dawn,
With radiant glory in red.
The power reigns supreme,
In the hearts of men and yet,
The power rests in our minds,
To be unleashed at the dawn.
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