The Lord of Shadows They call it justice,this path I walk, A world reborn through flame and chalk. Names erased, sins set in stone, Yet in the dark, I stand alone. A noble mask, a charming smile, Hiding schemes stacked mile by mile. The rich, the cruel, they fall with ease, Yet peace demands such tragedies. A brother, a mentor, a guiding hand, Still, blood soaks the promised land. For change, for light, for something true, But tell me,who will cleanse me too? The dawn may rise, the world may turn, Yet in the ash, I’ll always burn. For even if the sun shines bright, A shadow’s fate is endless night.
