It walks in at the dead of night
Creeps past the mind's vigilant eyes
Like an unknown spy it lands
Quietly, unheard past the shifting sands
Deeper in the conscience it moves
Slowly unflinching it takes root
One memory at a time is lost
Captured, caught, hog-tied to one thought
Naught remains the same, once enslaved
Ruined are the castles; the empires cave
Neither friend nor love it spares
Life’s a playground for despair
With each passing moment it soars
Spreading its wings, capturing the moors
Life withers, all senses lost
It all started with one thought
