The apprentice

Heaven knows he has faced all eternity waiting for this chance;

Searching, praying, looking for some romance...

His eyes - dark as the peach night scent,

With each step he fades from the soul he had lent.

The shadows are following him everywhere, with every move

He grows closer and closer to losing the concept of love...

For one chance he had let his soul fly down to the depths of lands;

Left without feelings his heart stopped beating... still, it stands

Eyes - endless shadows of a soul just lost,

The skin straps itself, turns into dust,

Flesh and muscles disappear under the dark robe of time,

His face covered under the hood of pain,

Craving for death , every second he yells...

The Devil appears, looks, laughs and tells

The soulless shadow what selling his soul meant:

Lost of passion, feelings, appearance, scent...

He could never die ... ever again... eternal nothingness

On a land of shadows, dust, gray light... He's the apprentice...