The room is dark and so alone
The war machine ticks by outside
To see so clearly the unknown
To know and to not have to hide
The flames are dancing, each in place
The flames quite mirrored by the eyes
Igniting a gray blaze into space
Resurgence not quite fueled by lies
He trusts in them, they trust in him
Yet feel a curious sense of shame
To make their enemies' hearts grow dim
But not know their leader's true name
With skill, for once, the stage is set
Yet actors won't quite play their roles
And they reject the cards they're dealt
Instead gambling with their souls
And despite the detailed plotting done
He'll only briefly stem the tide
His enemies show fiery rage on the run
But a curious delicacy lurks inside
But that's the nature of the beast he fights:
Forever in the darkness, surrounded by lights
