Shadow Shield
I walk the world, envying the roads
That have somewhere to go, that bear loads
Of happiness, business, and sorrow
And the rose that cares not for tomorrow
No
But the shade that I cast, my one friend
Till at last the world comes to an end
His face is a wolfish grey cowl
Like my own, but without the wolf's howl
But the roads have north, east, west, and south
For their food, though I've none for my mouth
While a universe grows in my head
I have dreams, though I have not a bed
No
For like me, he's a face, but no tears
He can shed, neither memory nor years
But the Shadow has never known cold
And my Shield will never grow old
But the roads have north, east west, and south
For their food, though I've none for my mouth
While a universe grows in my head
I have dreams, though I have not a bed
No...
But the roads have north, east west, and south
For their food, though I've none for my mouth
While a universe grows in my head
I have dreams, though I have not a bed
The thought of a world and a day
When all may possible, still come my way
While the air seems a draught of white wine
Where all day long golden stars shine
Shadow Shield