“Shadowmoss”
A strange and mysterious man
They call him Shadowmoss
Star-catching is his game
An unearthly look about him
They call him Shadowmoss
The fiddler of a haunting song
An unearthly look about him
He remembers my hidden name
The fiddler of a haunting song
He searches where no one does
and remembers my hidden name
He calls me something secret
He searches where no one does
He finds what no one can
He calls me something secret
His words are scattered faerie dust
He finds what no one can
His breath a shadow-web
His words are scattered faerie dust
And his hands are cold
His breath a shadow-web
A soul through slate-colored windows
And his hands are cold
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone
A soul through slate-colored windows
The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone
I wonder where he’s from
The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
Earth tones in his hair
I wonder where he's from
his hands break dirt
*
Does he have a given name?
It must be mysterious
What has he been called
By those lost to him
His name must be mysterious
There are no words for him
But those lost to him
Must have named him
There are no words for him
Now he stands before me
I must name him
I must choose a name for Shadowmoss
A strange and mysterious man
They call him Shadowmoss
Star-catching is his game
An unearthly look about him
They call him Shadowmoss
The fiddler of a haunting song
An unearthly look about him
He remembers my hidden name
The fiddler of a haunting song
He searches where no one does
and remembers my hidden name
He calls me something secret
He searches where no one does
He finds what no one can
He calls me something secret
His words are scattered faerie dust
He finds what no one can
His breath a shadow-web
His words are scattered faerie dust
And his hands are cold
His breath a shadow-web
A soul through slate-colored windows
And his hands are cold
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone
A soul through slate-colored windows
The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
Maybe his heart is a temple of stone
I wonder where he’s from
The clearest morning sky has nothing on him
Earth tones in his hair
I wonder where he's from
his hands break dirt
*
Does he have a given name?
It must be mysterious
What has he been called
By those lost to him
His name must be mysterious
There are no words for him
But those lost to him
Must have named him
There are no words for him
Now he stands before me
I must name him
I must choose a name for Shadowmoss
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