Alone amidst a hundred,

I swear I'd take your place.

For I know just what we've lost,

and this I have to face.

As ashes burn before me,

I'd cry out if I could.

For this shadow known as death,

leaves one misunderstood.

You were not a demon,

you were not a vice.

You were but a kind soul,

time trapped in frozen ice.

Words remain unspoken,

eclipsed by setting sun.

Now we break and I see,

myself as only one.