Tall and dark he stood
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Within my memory cold
I shivered as I watched him
My soul withered and old.
The stranger walked my memory trails
Ravaging my mind
I did not know from whence he came
He wasn't of my kind.
He loomed so large, so dark, so rare
That I shivered as with chill
I did not know for what he came
But feared he bode me ill.
The stranger took my pride and peace
My sanctity and life
He left me naught but fear and death
He left me naught but strife.
My quest for peace consumes my days
And quietly steals my time
The stranger sits and broods within
I'm a captive of my mind.