The grey area

Autumn dies and the cold dark wind blows once more
The panther rises and the shadows again is graced
The leaves drop and a desire is born
A light birth now shall it be buried
The halo of the Nights's scream this shadow feeds upon
And once again the route is set
To a land darkened with Grey and clouds that house the sun
To be born the one that's no one

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