In the shadow
of the Colossus we stand,
Apple in eye
and book in hand,
If all we are
is one moment away,
Cast your circle
and beg that moment stay.

Beside that stone
we are drowned in shadow,
Scanning blank pages
dreading tommorow,
Its moving fast,
the end we won't see;
In squirming obsession
we wallow knee deep.

In the shadow 
of the cloaked one we fear,
Silent eyes as 
the emptiness draws near,
If all we are 
is a line in the sand,
Open your heart
and grasp his clammy hand.