Pollar

I was standing at the shore

I held my wrath and washed ashore

I was dancing all alone

A real life that turned to stone

And into the reel unfolds

The great foe behind the door

And in the morning sun I feel

My blight fed with cry ordeal

And I thrived eternal fears

Dust and years cannot held near

And I flew into the mist

With pale molten shady wings

I was standing at the shore

I held my wrath and washed ashore

I was dancing all alone

A real life that turned to stone

And into the reel unfolds

The great foe behind the door

And in the morning sun i feel

My blight fed with cry ordeal