The sound of a simple serenade
Echoes throughout ivory halls
For this garden of truth
He must water and tend to
Long after the seeds are sown

There's a pause for silence, and sanity
As dangerous youth endures
He reflects the moonlight
Upon silent faces in the shadows
Consorting with the darkest of allies

A moment locked within a frame
As clumsy as his very first step
The words come tumbling
And twisting, long before they find
The deaf ears they were intended for

The fuse has been ignited
Burning lost causes and lost effects
The transmissions are garbled
He signals for rescue once again
But the hollow has erased all he left behind