A strange force awakens within
every chilly night
promises and adventure full.
With needs,you begin a journey
for mountains,
crossing fears and lakes
armed with a paper sword.

Every chilly night when the strange force
awakens
monsters lurk
eith your own voice
with faces disfigured and purple
with no offers but regret.

Every one of those nights
you weep
-hero-
for lives you left,for souls you cumbled,
for choices you,and only you,made.
-or villain-?

One of those nights
-you hear your voice say-
l'll find another adventure.
One without a cost.
One without victims.