The light is golden here,
Silver has no place
in this lordly place,
Its baser value should not offend
its betters.
I can't sleep,
The light hurts my eyes,
The songs great at my ears,
My voice is too soft to be heard,
Now it must be too smooth
to be denied,
It is only by lies and trickery
am I ever heard,
Am I ever seen,
And yet all they see is an illusion,
My truth will never be seen anymore,
I wonder,
I wonder if there is anything left of it,
Or if all I have is this mask,
And lies, and pain and anger
twisted beneath it,
To hold it in place,
To hold it in shape.
Words and flashes of light
Are all I have anymore,
And cruelty,
For sharp my tongue must be
to guard what's left of my heart,
Deadly my tricks must be
to save my frail self.
Silver has no value among the gold,
Silver has no words to be told,
Silver has nothing but masks to behold,
Silver is for the common troll.
Sharp my tongue must be,
To ensure there is nothing left of my heart
to wound,
Deadly my tricks must be,
To give me my power.
Darkness will not hurt me,
Darkness does not care,
It cloaks,
It hides,
It does not wound,
It does not laugh,
It does not care who you are,
Or what you have done,
Where you have come from,
Or where you are going.
It is night,
And in the night all are predator and prey alike,
Only in darkness,
Will silver light be as welcome as gold,
Will silver shine as bright,
Where illusions are truly magic,
And magic is great,
Where words are all you have,
When you cannot see,
Where sound is all you have,
When the lights go out,
Where the frailest person may walk the hardest roads and succeed,
For the dark nurtures both strong and weak,
Monster and man alike,
So into the night I go,
For monster I am,
Silver-tongued and silver toned,
And in darkness I shall thrive.