I could see your reflection in the surface of the mirror-lake,
I stood stone still not to scare you, mostly for my sake.
I didn't want you to be frightened, or angry as you might.
You hadn't seen me standing there behind you every night.
I'm not a haunted demon yet I'm not a sweet fairy.
I'm not the kindest person yet I'm not what you'd call scary.
I wanted to be noticed yet still to be ignored,
I couldn't help but wonder what it's like to be adored.
I stood behind an oak and I waited for the bells.
Their story was called midnight and the same story it tells.
It tells me I am late and that I need to retreat,
Maybe wait for tomorrow when perhaps we can meet.
Like I said before, I only saw your reflection,
I would keep away from me, it's for your own protection.
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