The Shadow

Here is the shadow of the wandering theater,
Leaning on the weak tavern.

I see it and a hanging spider,
Every night it rises from its dust.

I hear the laughter of its cups
And smell the throes of its breath

And I remain, I remain
Varying, wavering... 

Between igniting the chill of its death
And weaving the smoke of its waiting
How can I sleep
On my chest that
Still suffers its burdens?!

And I remain, I remain
Varying, wavering... 

And I remain, I remain
Still under its shadow 

Epic Remains | Fayçal Z 2007
Music, Lyrics, Vocals by Fayçal Z ©2007 


The lyrics of this song are actually a poem from my collection of poetry (Epic Remains); the poem is also inspired by one of my short stories called (The Return of Faustus).

Fysal