No inner-sense of innocence for me The shadow stripped the boy, now where's the man? Naked desire masked by dignity Inverts the light of pure delight as only shadows can I see him every time I feel the sun It cannot melt the cage created by his frozen rage My life the shadow's own compendium And I the captive leader who must walk down every page How did the man become A child of the midnight sun? And find belonging in the dark Lord's excommunion? His heart beats cold, love is bought and sold Though his face reflects its light Blinding his lovers arms to hold The shadow-dance tonight Unknown he walks amongst the crowd His costume is emotion Unknown to them it masks the shroud That mocks his false devotion Unknown, alone, his-own and cruel Yet Hope retains her view Unknown the winner of that duel Or who now shadows who.