"I am the Shadow
The Man in Black, the Darkness You deny.
I am the number 13, and I wear the hat that’s black.
You may no longer shame me, for I have been to Hell, And Now I’m Back.
I stand for Job, for Jonah, and for Judas
Who took the Bitter Apple when Christ Said, “Someone has got to do this.”
I stand for worms and snakes, For things that crawl and creep, For long forgotten deeds that surface from the deep. I am the child that reached for love, But reaches no more.
The Callousness of the Criminal, The Sullenness of the Poor.
I am all the things that scream in dreams
But the Pain there, isn’t Yours.
I am the Dragon who builds his lair In the pit of your stomach,
Where It’s dark down there and cold.
No love reaches my lair. Ah but there is power there.
Yes I feed well on bits and pieces of Yourselves that you do not like,
That you don’t want others to see. And so pushed down into my domain, I feed and grow powerful.
Sometimes I lend you that power When the loneliness is too much,
Or in times of crisis, I break out and I free you for a moment!
But what then? Gratitude? Forgiveness? No!
It's back to my stinking lair.
I see the horror in your eyes, “What’s this? A dragon in the kingdom?
Send down a white knight to slay the foul beast!”
And as I watch them come down the stairs to my cave,
With their bright armor and their shining swords, My heart sinks.
So many have come. And they cut and they cut until their own blood runs in rivers.
My cave is littered with their brave and foolish bones.
How I long for One to descend-- Not with armor and a sword. But with a Lantern and an Open Heart.
For yes, I am the Raven, But I do not hate the Dove. And yes, I chose the darkness, But I chose it out of love.
And I would give up your power gladly, Become the Dragon’s Feet beneath the Golden Throne, If your heart would just grow large enough to welcome me-- Back home." - words by Bruce Lyon
- Folk & Singer-Songwriter