Lyrics
A boy of fourteen who the dragons call kin,
Hides in a library where shadows begin.
With white dragon bone bow and a blue and green spark,
He waits for the silence in the dark.
He lives on the mushrooms an old volume taught,
Counting the boots so he will not be caught.
Beneath the grey window, damp to the look,
He opens the pages of the Shadow Book.
No light can he carry, no fire can he show,
He steps in the darkness and lets the light go.
He becomes shadow of a shadow,
A ghost in the corner where nobody looks.
He becomes shadow of a shadow,
A secret that hides in the dust of the books.
He hides the white bow and its ivory sheen,
He covers the daggers of water and green.
A clerk brings a lamp to the dusty old shelf,
But misses the boy who has hidden himself.
He puts the book back where the tallies still lean,
So guards will not notice the shadow he's been.
He finishes eating and checks on his string,
To walk down the hall as an uncounted thing.
Far from the dragons and mist of the den,
He faces the fortress of iron and men.
He breathes on the count of the room, leaves no mark—
Salvation or the dark.
No light can he carry, no fire can he show,
He steps in the darkness and lets the light go.
He becomes shadow of a shadow,
A ghost in the corner where nobody looks.
He becomes shadow of a shadow,
A secret that hides in the dust of the books.
The corridor waits, and the boots pass the door...
They cannot count him anymore.