From childhood's hour I have been
As others were not - I have seen
As other did not see - I could not bring
My passions from Shaymin common spring -
From it's source deep, running red, I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not have awaken
My dark voided heart of joy at the same tone -
And all I loved - I loved alone
Then - In my childhood - In the earliest dawn
Of the tempest of life - My line was drawn!
From every depth of good and evil
The curious mystery that torments me still -
From the torrent of willpower, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of knowledge, or the mountain -
From the beaming light of emotion that runs in my veins,
In it's golden shimmering beam - Oh, so bold!
As it passed me like a peasant, flying by -
Past the Thundurus instilled, past the stormy Tornadus -
And the cloud that decided to be born
(When the rest of the heathen of Arceus was blue)
Just a demon in my view -
For darkness shimmers my heart - Nothing new.