Lyrics
He steps from the library's crumbling stone,
A shadow of a shadow on his own.
He leaves the mushrooms and the broken floor,
And slips unseen beyond the iron door.
He steps beside the guards and joins their stride,
With cold dull iron on the other side.
He smells the lantern oil and counts the cracks,
And walks in safety just behind their backs.
The open armory begins to breathe,
A subtle fire waiting underneath.
A power wakes within the quiet wood,
A magic waiting where the shadows stood.
He claims the weapon that the shadows know,
The legendary, black glowing bow.
He takes the ancient ivory from his coat,
A quiet parting forming in his throat.
He leaves the pale white bone upon the rack,
And slings the heavy legend on his back.
He turns the subtle fire toward his chest,
And puts the hiding magic to the test.
He passes by the postern in the night,
A boy of nothing slipping from the light.
The trees close in, his knees begin to sway,
The dark he used to fear became the way.
He found his answer when he sought a spark:
Salvation or the dark.
The open armory begins to breathe,
A subtle fire waiting underneath.
A power wakes within the quiet wood,
A magic waiting where the shadows stood.
He claims the weapon that the shadows know,
The legendary, black glowing bow.
The silent trees will guide him where to roam,
The bow is his, and he is going home.