Unworthy Shadow of the Colossus

Dust settles on the ancient stone, A silent valley, left alone. I carry a blade that shines with light, To cut through the dark of endless night. A promise made, a soul to save, No matter the price, no matter the grave. In the Shadow of the Colossus, I wander, Across the wide plains, I stop and I ponder. With every giant that falls to the ground, A heavy silence is all that is found. I hold to the light, though the darkness draws near, Driven by love, and blinded by fear. Hoofbeats echo through the barren land, My faithful companion, always at hand. We scale the high peaks and cross the deep blue, To face towering giants of obsidian hue. I climb through the fur and grip to the crest, And drive down the ancient blade in their chest. In the Shadow of the Colossus, I wander, Across the wide plains, I stop and I ponder. With every giant that falls to the ground, A heavy silence is all that is found. I hold to the light, though the darkness draws near, Driven by love, and blinded by fear. Dark tendrils rise as the monoliths break, How much of my soul am I willing to take? The altar is waiting, her heartbeat returns, As the last of the light in this sanctuary burns. The giants are fallen, the temple is still, I gave everything up to fulfill my own will. Through the gray fog and the sacred expanse, I walk into fate... for one final chance.