Waltzing With Shadows

From the darkness of the future do I call thee;
I lived among the people, free.
Surrounded by shadows, yet here I be!
Cold, blue fire, come walk with me.

I too have been touched by the Devilish One.
Loved by all, feared by some.
When I arrive nobody run,
still none were there, all were they gone.

Dancing around in a fire red suit,
blood is gathering on my boot.
In the darkness, held by a thorny root,
the first man never gets the loot.

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