The Shadows of Spring

In these halls, of night and snow.
I see the horrors, we soon will face.
A wall of magic that will not last.
Crumbling before we turn to ash.

When shadows follow, I run to spring.
When darkness reigns, that's when I see.
Seeking the help of a beast I know.
It's him I see, the unlikely hero.

This is my story of where thorns meet petals.