1. Chapter One
A statue in the night sits, fair and fey
Like ancient rulers of forgotten lands
But as the night does not compare to day
So chiseled stone is less than living man
My golden one, he burns like heaven's sun
Like ancient rulers of forgotten lands
Like time, that cannot stop what it's begun
His spirit has set fire to my own
My golden one, he burns like heaven's sun
And now, to reap what fi'ry seeds we've sown
With burning hands, to hold the harvest flame
His spirit did set fire to my own
But now that I am scorched, who shall I blame?
For I could not the searing heat resist
With burning hands, I held the harvest flame
But count me still as blessed, as heaven-kissed
Though statues in the night sit, fair and fey
Still I could not the searing heat resist
For cooler night cannot compare to day
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