I asked the Master of Shadows
How long I can sing

But was soon interrupted
By a cry from the weak

The master screamed his last
Triumphant first roar
I’m alive

Then the master whispered
His last reassurance
I’m alive

In this moment I watched
A tree reluctantly let go of the dirt
Its best friend
And though it hadn’t happened yet

I asked the Master of Shadows
If he would accept my gratitude
He told me to thank my lucky stars
But I was greedy

I saw undying potential in the sky
So I wished Haley grant me happiness
Crossed myself three times

Shadows thicken across the hallway,
As the aging master sleeps and smiles.