He sits in the dark with his eyes seal,
A complete stillness engulfs his figure
Yet he shivers in the fear of death

Under the light he may not reveal;
He must pretend his courage and say no beast
He must be the keeper of the fire
He must hold the conch and cry the demand
To remain as the leader amongst the lost boys

Creepers surround and tighten his breath of spiel
The neat hair and sleek body had long been gone,
No longer he is the fair boy of British

He wanders within the endless darkness of misdeal
Where nothing is heard but a sound of his frightened heart
But once more he hopes for the light
And falls into the darkness of the night.